When?

As the sun rises and sets,
The clouds change their forms,
The moon changes its shape,
And stars take turns to blink.

The claws of the past won't let go.
The pains of before bleeds on.
The beats of the present lost.
The forwards of the future locked.

Paths are there,
Doors are open,
Blinded is one,
Locked and sealed it seems.

Just that one move,
If not now, when?
If not now, will there be another?
There are pauses to consider.

When will it be,
Let there be courage.
When will it be,
Let it be it.

When will it be the last?
When will it lead to that stop?
When will one know if it's right?
When will it be it?