every five minutes

when the clock is motioning

what runs through my mind and soul

like a car and a bus on a one way drive

where is the dead end coming up on?

many a task is done when in movement

and what has just passed us by?

mini dreams and story lines enter

and i question every intention

and the way the action is going down

yet still i become nervious with having to

explain details and directions

and like where do i seek out a road map

when the signs of life are blurry??