full-throttle, still nothing moves.
the clouds pass by,
the sun rises,
but the horizon stays the same,
no sign of velocity lines.
It’s obvious,
breaking stops the engine.
stagnation while firing ’till exhaustion,
never going anywhere.
sticking to what we can,
slacking, dabbling, doodling, ranting, sitting, smoothing, procrasting.
they say in 2030 we all published something,
I say most people will struggle with the act of doing,
which will result in the usual 20/80 rate.
nothing will change,
unless confrontations arise,
putting us closer to the edge,
challenging our comfort zones.