inert bodies
it’s everything I hate to see;
this lack of confidence unchallenged,
and it’s no mistake.
it’s just the way you plan it:
no bliss, but no earth shattering, the way
fragile hopes can break.
tell me how, again,
you’re happier this way;
it’s easier you say.
I have no doubt it is.
a change in perspective takes a lot;
objects at rest resist the thought
of the slightest motion.
