Sometimes I sit with the words, just waiting for the right moment
which never comes
I know the answer, even before the entire question is released
although my heart begins to race & I feel the capillaries opening
I don’t make a move.
Words flow around me, arguments ensue, plans are made
I watch and witness.
What does it mean to fully participate in this life?
When does listening become passive acceptance?
I want to be fully present
but I am afraid to lose myself