C-L-S

I'm tired of walking the same loop

Taking the same few steps forward

Just to walk the same steps back

I'm enamored with the way we were

Enamored with the things we swore

The curtain call

I’m out of time

I dance with my hands tied

in a little sun filled gale

there is a wooden swing

it's creaky and it's old, but then

so is everything

it is so dear and pretty

the meadow's filled with bees

there are flowers brushed

Lie awake tired, won’t go to sleep, regret it in the morning,

repeat. 

I try to break the cycle, 

but then something stops me.

Oh wait, it was just myself, again,

like always,

but I'm stuck and