Moving On

I’m just a cable car

moving along the line.

I have a hard time

releasing the grip

I have on this life...

but somehow my hand

is accidentally letting go.

There’s no turning back now.

I’m so close to running away

but I’m controlled

by invisible wires

telling me to wait.

You are my constant;

you keep me stable

when my moods

are swinging on the cable.

But I feel you slowing down,

holding back your hand

although I tried to grab it.

Don’t fall away from me.

I’m waiting to see

who’s left when

the cigarette smoke clears

and the smell of apathy disappears.

But I will not leave

until this blows up in flames.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Inspired by: “Over my Head (Cable Car) by the Fray

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