The dissatisfaction for some
In the drift and eddy of their lives
Creates impatience to act
To shake the seismograph a little.

A senseless act of desperation
Alleviation of boredom
Has done its share of damage
In the world we know.
In the world we don't know
There's another device.
It measures the ebb and flow
Of things new and never known.

Its tender needle only shakes
When some never-done or said
Occurs. Sometimes it senses
Even the faintest thought.

The world of was
And the world of will be
Are just the when and ifs
Of never.

But those few precious ideas
In the world that is
Of a world that might be
Move the needle of eternity.

02/20/2006

Posted on 02/06/2015
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