what it isn't & what it is

it isn't the longing nor the desire
it isn't the echo of events
it isn't even the regret
it isn't the dull ache that persists
it isn't the absence that disturbs my silence.

it is the feeling that it is it
it is the force that wakes my sleep
it is the wheel that spins my dreams
it is the web that keeps me bound
it is the road that waits