move

believe that things happen for a reason, 

and that when it happens, to accept them fully

with all sorts of questions, fear and self doubt

and create room for acknowledgement, painstakingly trying wholeheartedly

sway back and forth, in between reality and dreams

in retrospect we think

acting haphazardly

stopping, lingering, waiting it seems

the crossroads reached, if we plan to move forward

traversing the land unbiasedly abandoned

you reach your point

and head towards that destination

the heart sings a song, so gloriously penetrating

it begins to warm the air, and glides smoothly as breath

you lift your finger and touch the sky

as tears erupt through your blinking eye