Here I stand
Here I am, here I stand. Lost in nothing, and the emptiness of the land. I know where I must go, what I must do. But sit here still, unsure of how to go. I lack the inspiration; I lack the will to move. For though I have desire, I have not the will to see it through. So many things I wish, so many things I want. But still, I sit here waiting, still, I stand unmoving. I know the answer, I know the cost. And there. There is where I fail. The cost I know yet do not pay, the thief I am yet run away. Of time I have stolen and time I have wasted. Like a man in quicksand I stand. I know how to escape but I stand there, still. Of all these things I lack not but the will. I say I will, and some I might. But in the end I stand lost in the night.
