hesitation

There's a little wanting in my chest,

but more, hesitation

to make the first step.

I look down and inside,

there's a little wanting in my chest,

saying ''go, go''

but hesitation whispers ''no, no, no, no''

There's a little bit of hope left in my eyes,

well no,

maybe more cold to make me wait on hold.

I look up in the air and

there's a little bit of hope in my eyes

saying go go

but my thoughts are freezing me and I wait on hold, on hold

Why are the eyes wanting to go, the blue, asking to go,

But my hands are staying still,

My mouth is shut.