~running Idle~ Poem by Sinnaminsun Sinnaminsun

With every second of every minute
of each thought that circles round,
Falls an emotion landing uneasy
on each heartbeat faint of sound.

Not to ignore or to erase
all the visions memories show,
Just to ease-up or maybe set-free,
misgivings that seem to grow.

Breathe-in deeply and leaving winded
second-guessing all intent,
What's to reason, when there's no reason
for wasted years forever spent.

As the searcher goes a-traveling
all along this spinning wheel,
Looking onward yet back-stepping
when one falls more than one heals.

Never learning, just reliving
as a repeat always shows,
Brush it off as just bad timing
but inside the searcher knows.

What is light without your sunshine
What is time whithout your hands,
Could lives living on idle,
learn to trust and understand...

We are the ones who hold our answers
yet we fail to hold the key,
Though the door is held wide open,
there are times we fail to see.

The spinning wheel's upon us
step on up with all our might,
Leaving the past behind us,
to lay-low or to alight.

With day there comes a promise
that greets us at sunrise,
Another chance appearing
to see beyond our eyes.

4-9-08