Oct 17, 2012 13:13
Stagnant, Waiting
Left floating in the water,
No current, no direction;
Stagnant in a way life can be,
Without ambition; floating.
Suspended in uncertain existence,
With dreams that pass like strangers.
A mind left to rot, potential lost.
Will you take me?
Be my current, my direction?
Give me ambition? Push, potential renewed?
Fish me out of stagnant water;
Clouds flit past overhead.
I am not anchored.
I am not moving yet.
Will you take me?
--Tharkny A. Raznic