I hate the word potential
I have to zip
My lips every time I hear it
Because hearing of my progress
Is as emotionally unmoving
As thinking about nothing

They stay it
Is always there, there is never nothing
But that in itself shows the potential
Of how few thoughts will zip
Through their vacant minds, moving
As slowly as any double negative that can’t progress

Forward because it
Is stuck in nothingness
Without any potential
Despite the promise of progress
All the lies zipped
Their way through, moving

The word potential
From its state of high possibilities –zip-
Right into its proper world of nothing
Because it is impossible to see it
And it’s as immeasurable as most progress
Because nobody moves

Forward based on potential
And no one succeeds based on progress
All there is is the nothingness
Our future holds, moving
Around in the dark as it
Takes what we knew and zips

It into nothing.
We see each other’s potential
And our progress
Unmoving
But we zip
Our disappointment inside to hide it

Because or potential’s lack of progress
Moves us to zip
Out lips and keep it all in nothingness.