Something To Do
Something to do.
Each time I look at you,
I wonder how it is that I'll fix this.
The broken mind that is mine
can I make the repairs,
Before you lose your interest.
I’m bent from this business
Of begging forgiveness,
while frantically
running around putting out fires.
You are my modulation
as I hold out for hope.
Once consumed by substance
Now bailing water from
my metaphorical tug boat.
Dragging you along,
against the current.
To give up,
would be
Giving the water it’s way.
That’s why I beg for one more chance,
Please stay.
Something to do.
Like random nuts & bolts in a jar,
You know the right size can’t be far.
I just have to dig around in this damn jar.
Something to do.
This is always the case.
My heart was always in the right place.
Complacent was the world around me.
My art,
brought me bounty.
I digress,
and ask that you look
How it is
that you found me.
You could actually count on me.
People loved to hear the sound of me,
But that was before my grounding.
Something to do.
Clipped wings
I dive bombed into the sand.
If I had broken a body part
It would've been a hand.
Mending my wounds,
this is my job now.
One day ill make you proud.
Copyright © Jay O'Neal | Year Posted 2011
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