Scribbled Thoughts

Add to the minimum

and hear the groan

of the lazy,

echoing no effort

but sagging into complaint,

all productive energy

focused on their wrongs.

Cracked transferred to new,

refreshing the scratches and worn

for shiny and fresh,

discarding the familiar

and beginning a new bond,

while the old

is discarded.

Invent a solution

that no one else considered

and watch the appreciation

or dissatisfaction

mould into form

and forever mark

whatever intentions

were originally there.

Whispered impressions,

ideas, possibilities

linger under skin,

flexing muscles

and robbing thoughts

until they stand alone

in unknown cold

and sink into nothing,

letting the other

take control.

Offer your respect

to coax a conversation

with the unknown,

exploring a thrill

to find out

if this is

the right

or wrong path.

Satisfy on a budget

but contribute every part

of yourself

to understanding

and reassuring

you are really here

and will continue

to seek out

the other.

Walk into empty

and build a story

others will approve of,

unsure of reactions

and the assignment of roles,

but injecting enthusiasm

and reaching out to inspire.

Will anyone respond?

The process of preparation,

skip some stages

because another will remember,

because they have to,

because relying on another

never works

and only takes up

previous time

you can never get back.

Follow the steps

for a thrill of satisfaction,

achieving a moment

of clarification,

verification

before the next list begins,

returning to a purgatory

of achievement

until all is complete.

Rush for time

which never changes,

only the exertion

and expectation

to move

and fill

but enjoy

and never admit

we need the moment

to stop.