The Jangler

I am the moment when you find yourself still... I am the walk, when you journey uphill. And when your eyes close and there's nothing to hear... I am the pulse that thumps in your ear. When you wake another morning, Still hoping for the most... I am the trembling... As you butter your toast. And when you kneel to the ground... praying once more for ease. I too am kneeling, The jangler of keys... My prescense is frail, feeble, and sheer I am the breath that quickens with fear. I am your duration, and brief are my gifts... I am the ice in the glass that shifts. And if I could say but two words with haste... Those words would be... Don't Waste... Don't Waste...