Tell Me How

How do you,
Catch up with the hand that has completed the circle. It's steady pace, suddenly racing, bringing in the new hour.

How do you,
Brace your infantile heart for the loss of the familiar comforts of today, for tomorrow refuses to be stopped.

How do you,
Stop trying to fill the blank frames of the future with the smiles of the past. Nostalgia is a hungry whore.

How do you,
Accept this vacuous feeling, wary of all the impending uncertainties. Nothing empty ever felt so heavy.

How do you,
Decide what to pair with the what ifs. When the difference between what is good and what is good for you, is so faint.

How do you,
Place one foot in front of the other, when your feet are like boulders and the inertia too strong.

Tell me how,
How to stop and at the same time keep on moving.