Just the other day, his heart became heavy

Without understanding the bevy of emotions that would overtake him

As the oceans’ waves carry the tree limb of his arduous decision away

He wishes to stay, he wishes he could say

Yet these words carry an empty power

To influence but never change, to entice but not rearrange

It is far more lonely than just being alone

His moments simulate what he wants to be real

They stimulate how he wishes he could feel

Fleeting, is it not?

Needing, wanting, hoping for a spot, for a shot

Becoming light and weightless, remembering what faith is

And having to stand where time continues to go on