1 step forward 2 steps back

1 step forward

3 steps back

Where does that place the start?

Am I behind it?

In front of it?

I’m not starting from scratch

2 steps to the left

1 step to the right

Am I in the Centre?

Why do I feel so out of place?

Forward

Backward

We rock

Back and forth

Where will this take me?

Where will I go?

I finish my show and I wait

I return from India and I wait

I burn my arm and I wait

I am constantly waiting

What I am waiting for

I do not know

What is this curse?

What is this unease?

What is this punishment?

I always thought I didn’t know what I wanted to be

But the sheer pain and torment I am feeling makes it certain

I know exactly who I am

I know exactly what I want to be

And knowing that imprisons me

So keep pacing

1 step forward

Sometimes 3 steps back

But the constant movement helps me

For we need to remember that we aren’t nouns

Instead we are verbs