Should I wait for the moment to come?

A moment that feels right for the words, tipped on my tongue?

There’s talk of time and place but when does that run?

If there are knots in your stomach and all motion is numb;

Has it gotten too late to stop playing dumb?

If the future starts now and now is the present,

Can I give you a gift that only takes a second?

A truth wrapped in lies, idled under bows of false highs.

Hand given, heart driven, but when so far gone?

Have we gotten too deep in a humless song?

There’s a pause, a comma, an inch of a glitch;

Retortion always lashes the harshest hitch.

Thoughts are stung with a fear of what could:

And then intoxicated words are spat like fire

Into the burning ears of a head so wired.

Waiting for that time haunts like a planted bomb:

Ticking down to the last syndicated psalm.

You wanted so much to keep the peace,

So you expected the very best of fate;

But by then, it was too late.

Stop the waiting.

The time is now,

And now is for you.

Fix your grip on what you believe is true.

Learn to ignite your own gut cue.

Be a master of honest impromptu.

Then let no word,

Necessary to spew,

Be left unsaid

To dwell in rue.