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