Passing, Strange.
And so the days just keep on passing,
whether I do something with them or not!Days. Pass.
Weeks and months turn into years.
and here I sit.Looking back, I wonder -
Did I move?
Maybe make the World move?Or was my sad intention,
too fraught with indecision?Too -
Weak.
Watered down.Stuck in the shallow end of the talent pool
with no ability to swim deeper.Did the Days Pass?
Weeks and months, and even years...
I’d like to think I made some moves.
Even if it was something smaller than I’d hoped for -
Something less than I had planned?Too weak to make the Earth move,
but just maybe -Enough to send some strange.
