The day is too long,
my memory too short.
Can't hold on to a moment forever;
the tape will break
before it gets that far.

I'm not getting too far.

Doubt drags me backwards,
rewind and play those
seconds
all over again.
This battery is losing its charge.

We're stuck inside hesitation.

Too late
never comes before
too soon.
Lingering in between,
caught in the eye of the storm.

I might break under the pressure of nothing.

Maybe is a word
nobody likes,
indecisive at best,
no
at worst.