Accidental Poet

Hello, Me Again

 

Hello, me again

Asking questions with no answers

Just something I do

To provoke the muse dancers

 

So many roads to choose from

And time enough to kill

Let the lyrical wheels turn

Creative hours to fill

 

And minute by minute

The second hand dances about

As over and over

The hour glass runs out

 

The sun and moon

That cross the skies

Days and nights that pass

Right before my eyes

 

I’ll sit here

And contemplate

The time that will pass

On any given date

 

Although not my intention

The time that I waste

While thoughts incubate

In the heart my muse has laced

 

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