Bone Whisperer

The ideas that whisper life into my bones

And make me want to dance

haven't felt so real

As I have in the past

Perhaps I missed the turn off

Made the wrong move

So where I sit isn't the end

It wasn't my intended destination

I feel them in my heart Wish

I could have spoken when the time was ripe

Now the fruits fermented

And I must start again

Let it die and decay

Let all of it waste away

Remove the goals and the wishes

And see what grows and tastes delicious