These Hands

Am I enticed by delusions

of some outside cosmos

pressuring everyone to do the same

damn thing everyday?

Feels like I'm the only one who is

not productive, who got off the bus real early

to bask in much needed rest…

I don't need to be reminded that I'm not part

of it all anymore...

for something tells me that soon it will change

these hands which served and handled many things

are restless in it's deformities

they wait…as some tool to be used again…

though altered and stiff….

The wonderings of how endless the questioning

I wonder….and I question….what these hands

Can do…