Wondering with the clouds

I feel this pain.

Of the clock ticking,

Of being still.

Of not moving.

Questioning if there's no right time,

If it is even worth a dime, to worry.

Sensing the subtleties of hurry.

Meanwhile, I breathe.

In a body that keeps healing,

In a mind that could be aching,

And still, it chose peace.

To trust in the unknown,

without a second thought,

Even walking alone,

Like a flame for a moth.

Between desire and listening to the wind,

With the directions unclear within.

Even with a vision that lingers,

Of places far away,

In my eyes a quite ache,

Of being lost, trying to find back it's way.