You are crazy
Go back
chime your way out and back in
to my life.
I wish to turn
The hands you have
Back
To begin again
To start over again
Once more
To have another shot
Yet again
All the ticks
So in sync
Move so subtly
And fill the silence
The movement we know
But with no control
Shield, block, and ignore it
If you wish
This dance
Forever moving, changing
Each is…
a significant moment.
Each thoughtless circular way around
The windmill spun reluctant to cease.
If only to have power
To reprimand those hands
The work of man
Creating this beast
An idea
That now has a life of it’s own
The work in which
Will not be undone
For it lives now
In the core of our wishful thoughts
Controlling our steps
Demanding our presence
Expecting us to obey
Limiting us by the second
Always in thought
dancing away
It’ll never stop
Even though we wish it to
Imagine us
Without these hands that hold
the pulse of our existence.
Living would be redefined
Oct 30, 2011
Oct 30, 2011 at 6:46 PM UTC
You are crazy
Go back
chime your way out and back in
to my life.
I wish to turn
The hands you have
Back
To begin again
To start over again
Once more
To have another shot
Yet again
All the ticks
So in sync
Move so subtly
And fill the silence
The movement we know
But with no control
Shield, block, and ignore it
If you wish
This dance
Forever moving, changing
Each is…
a significant moment.
Each thoughtless circular way around
The windmill spun reluctant to cease.
If only to have power
To reprimand those hands
The work of man
Creating this beast
An idea
That now has a life of it’s own
The work in which
Will not be undone
For it lives now
In the core of our wishful thoughts
Controlling our steps
Demanding our presence
Expecting us to obey
Limiting us by the second
Always in thought
dancing away
It’ll never stop
Even though we wish it to
Imagine us
Without these hands that hold
the pulse of our existence.
Living would be redefined
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