My limbo state was the failure
to make it to square one of recovery.
Whatever the reason may be,
denial, reluctance, or even rebellion.
The world keeps moving.
No matter what state of limbo you're in,
and you criticize me
for being okay with recovering.
A laughable, no, is all I can say to that.
Please understand,
I come from a different place,
a place of ambition.
I fall. I break. Pick my pieces off the ground.
I carry them until I'm able
to glue my disconnected parts back on.
Maybe you haven't found your square one.
So listen, I can't help you.
I can try.
With no explanation other
than what I've been given,
I can tell you,
your square one is close enough.
