Initiative

Who takes the initiative if not I?
He certainly hasn't.
It's another game we've decided to play.
It's probably another story I've made up.
I keep wondering if I want to win some prize,
gain some medal for my conviction right now.
With tears on the surface,
and turmoiling spirit.
In time this will shift.
It will move mountains and grow roots.
For now... I simply allow it.
I give it space.

I'm not fully to blame however.
The world has created monsters.
Human kind and its dangerous traps.
Pieces of plastic and wires carefully assembled.
Technology has me consumed.
Temptation with occasional venomous bites.
Waiting for the next vibration.
Was that a beep or a ding?
Oh, is that mine or yours?
Did that come from the radio jingle,
or the car with its blaring gospel music?

It may be simple for others to let it be.
Not for me.