Blur Rider

You can’t quite see me. I’m here but I’m nearly invisible. Less than solid. More than undefined. Caught in perpetual motion riding in circles.

I can hear you but any objections or ideas or needs I have go ignored. I don’t matter. I keep turning in silence.

I get criticized for thinking beyond myself when I’m told I should be shallow and narrow and selfish.

Ultimately I am responsible for my situation. I have choices but I keep choosing wrong. Or maybe my right decisions at the time are all destined to slowly dissolve into mistakes and blur from clear to cloudy.

These shadows get darker. The lines get longer every day. I’m fading. If only I could re-focus. Re-materialize. Re-organize. Re-ignite some long lost passion. I could make a world of difference.

But familiar circles are comfortable and safe. And it is so easy to just stay blurry.