I’ll sit before i rise, there i have a chance to ponder
Make the most of when I stand
Set a course for whats at hand
I will not sit to long, for my mind would start to wander
Of the whys it all had come to this
And who did hide expected bliss
When the hour to sit is over, then to stand to start momentum
Mixed excitement for the journey
With the hesitance that slows me
I exchange from sit to forward, little pieces flash before me
Now a wonder searching seeker
Now I’m one who’s time to leave here
Make the most of when I stand
Set a course for whats at hand
I will not sit to long, for my mind would start to wander
Of the whys it all had come to this
And who did hide expected bliss
When the hour to sit is over, then to stand to start momentum
Mixed excitement for the journey
With the hesitance that slows me
I exchange from sit to forward, little pieces flash before me
Now a wonder searching seeker
Now I’m one who’s time to leave here
Nice. Has the resonance of Whitman. More please :)
Posted by: Carla Graham | March 31, 2010 at 08:20 PM
who knew you blogged? I'll add it to my blogroll
Posted by: Jamie | March 31, 2010 at 09:49 PM