A Mind at Play

Idle thoughts on

Idle minds

May lead to

Idle thinking,

But when thoughts run rampant

On fertile ground

Who knows what may spring up!

And if you find,

That time is time

And going round in circles

That each has one

And all have none

Then five are in a jumble.

To those who sleep

And those who weep

Shall find that it is gone

For all is here

And here is now

And now is never after

One step forward,

One step back.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem was written when I was coming out.  I was having a hard time dealing with life so I started a Journal.  This poem just sort of wrote itself one day while I was trying to write down some of my frustrations

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Open & honest!!! No fear of speaking or allowing the world to see the truth that was hidden for sucha long time. Don't stop posting, my friend. Amy

Gentle is the night♥