Poem: Waiting on a Shelf

Time stands still,
In a manner reminiscent of the past,
Pausing and waiting,
For actions to occur.
Life holds its breath.
For now its alright,
Eventually it will need to breathe.
The world says hang on.
How much shelf do you have,
Waiting for rescue or resume?
Eventually the music will play again.
How many will have fallen,
While pretending to be statues?
After all, even with the dancers paused,
The wind blows against the grass and trees.
Watch the ebb and flow,
And hope to not get trapped in the undertow.
Wait and one day you will rejoice.

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