I can’t move forward and I can’t move back
I am hung up
Stuck like pine tar on your fingers
Indecision and lack of inspiration have a grip on me
I wash and rub and shake and pick
But in the end the gum just has to wear off my shoe
And in the end I just have to outlive my fear.
© 2007 Julie A. Bonde
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