I, Mistake

Life has been packed in boxes for the last eight years
Been in the same place for the last three, but still leery
Still aware that anything could change
Why is safety such a lie?
Ship is sturdy, crew is strong and experienced
Why not drop anchor? This place is death.
This place is dead.
Can't focus with obfuscated eyes
Don't feel truth among force-fed lies
See you in periphery
See you close yet so far away
Come back, leave, make a choice, stop repeating
A mistake that you can't seem to break
The mistake points to itself
The mistake is a reflection
The mistake is a shadow as the clock turns midnight
Who feels in the clouds when the feet are attached to sediment?
Mistake begs for your words, yet you remain reticent
This is so self-evident
You have set no precedent
The mistake is just a snowflake. Just a drop from the sky falling on your tongue
You, the lover of snow, you make angels and play
The mistake will linger for time, but soon will collapse into water and lose its novelty
And onto the rest of the snow you will go.
Just a blink in the eye
Just another shadow as the clock turns midnight
This ground is familiar. This ground is death.
This ground is dead.