Better By Nightfall

Slow it down,
turn around,
and give it to me
straight.

These fast paced motions
leave me behind
standing solidified,
contemplating your curves
and where I want to be.

I've gone astray of the line
from point A to B,
and then I lost my way
retracing the treads of history
to the elusive nature
of what you've become

Are you a mission,
in position,
of where I
stand?

Or a scar,
from a cut,
I carved into my hand?