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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