idle feet planting roots
stuck in a stalemate
with secondhand dreams
wants playing tug of war with irresolution
id vs ego
racing across the playground
catching hearts and scraping knees
up and down the emotional teeter-totter
like an rickety roller coaster
racing through her life
only to go nowhere
tracking back to the beginning
her world spinning
colors blending through glass eyes
lying on her back
making plans in the clouds
as the merry goes round
and round
and round
pulling her like gravity
reality grounds her with those very roots
she once wished to plant with him…
