Worth

How to spend the hours?

So in my memory

the day is not empty?

Who's life have I touched?

Who have I moved

to be a change

A step outside

boundaries of an invisible fence.

Have I been that change?

 

Questions, I look back

Cannot answer

Simple goals, I struggle to reach

even with hands open

Life has no rhythm

Is that really so strange?

An idea

where order cannot be forced

Is that really a surprise?

 

What I can be

too limited by reality

My words, desperate to be heard

too unknown to garner a care

But here they are

Soon to disappear

Into a void

Only rescued by a chance

Can anything so fickle be worth much?