crawling
because there's no room to stand tall
because that's what it takes to get from
point A to point B
on your knees
wanting to step up
limited by the roof over your head
that is apathy
walking
slowly using your strength
strong enough for self support
but not enough to grow
wanting to do everything you can
limited by the speed at which you move
time is pushing you forwards
and your heart pulling you back
running
freedom from chains of before
but limited by the extent of your
passions and ability
being able to finally make a choice
to act or not to act
but the very act of choosing
forces sacrifice and pain
to choose between one and the other
will slow the run
to a walk
then a crawl
with time to reflect
What a difference a day makes, I turned and watched you walk away
I might have been standing on the top of the world
'Cause I might have been wrong
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