Time on my hands oh what shall I do
Write in my blog or sing a song or two
Shall I play a memory inside my heart or head
Shall I try to block those out or let go of the dread
Shall I watch the Sago bloom much to my delight
And watch as the babies grow with water, love and light
Shall I play go fetch with the fur baby of my heart
Or watch the palm sway with the wind until it is dark
Shall I type the words spilling out of me onto the page
Or shall I throw kisses of love into the valleys of hate and rage
Shall I gentle pet the world with thoughts of the divine
Or watch the dancing sun with dazzling rays of shine
Shall I sit among the dead and speak my words of life
And mourn for those who cannot hear and struggle with their strife
Shall I dance gracefully through every blessed day
And shall I find the words I know when there’s nothing more to say.