Move About

Move About

Running out of Time,
28,000 days on Planet Earth.
Life is but a Rhyme,
If put to Verse, what would it be worth?

What drives the inner Spirit?
A course set since Birth.
Wallowing in the Meantime,
Existence so terse, destiny Forthwith.

Navigate the Clutter,
Devoid of all Mirth.
Imploring truth in downtime,
Fast-forward rewind; Back and Forth.

Time after Time,
An Etched along Path.
Busybodies Entire Lifetime,
Scooping deposits; dragged down by Girth.

Monday April 23, 2012 9:45pm
Poem #16