Loose Ends

My shoelace is loose What do I care Motivation to move Is simply nowhere, What is the point and who knows? This time is my time And my time is mine. Laid back in thought Mind out of gear What have I got It's me, who is here And that loosened lace, only shows My space is my space Keep out of my face. In lonesome hours Of contemplation I'm happy in My isolation What else is there, to lose. Was that the phone? No, I'm still alone. It's best to be On own in kind To clear the head And heal the mind, Won't someone ...do up my shoes. (c) ZYDHA HART 2005