Waiting for the Right Moment

How do you know the beginning of a story

When the right moment never raises its hand to catch your attention

One spin of the dial and life tilts at unexpected angles

Forcing me to run off script and ad lib my way through uncomfortable moments

I find myself picking up secondhand voids at discount prices

A growing collection in the corner, unable to recycle, to let go

One more I say, so I say every time it seems

A convenient untruth makes me feel fine in the moment

Enough to satisfy my concerns to flutter away

How do you know the end of the story

Waiting for the right moment to raise its hand and catch my attention

Wanting to choose a new direction, find a new way

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