"The wheels spin
But I'm not moving.
I turn around again and again,
But I'm not moving.
I shift gears,
Go into over-drive,
But I'm not moving.
Is that fear?
The smell in my nose
And sting in my eye,
Is that fear?
I'm not moving.
The smell has mixed
A scent of oil and rubber,
Burning;
I'm not moving.
This problem must be fixed!
But at the solution I shudder,
Yearning;
I'm still not moving.
I have tried this long
On my own,
It can't all be wrong.
I know,
It's time to let go,
But I'm still not moving.
God, if you're there
My foot is too heavy
And I'm just not moving;
I continue to stare.
God Please, I'm ready,
I want to start moving.
So I will let go now;
The pedal, the wheel,
The front seat,
It's all Your's now!
I want to start moving!
At Your Throne I kneel,
My heart, my life you keep;
I want to start moving.
My eyes are clearing,
My nose, it doesn't burn.
What's that sound?
Why do I hear this Cheering?
God I want to learn!"
I looked up,
And guess what I found?
I'm not stuck.
So I looked around;
Now I'm moving!
-Copy Right 2009, Matthew Allen Baatz
