You know the feeling

Too cold to relax

Too easy to react

A sort of waiting for the moment

In hopes that no one can lament

Upon the urgency of leaving

~

The ice

Frozen in time

Sculptures of a paradigm

Simple words that when conveyed

May suddenly be easily splayed

Like dice

~

Hitting the wall

Every toss is a gamble

And we want to ramble

On down the line of life

Without any more strife

Throw me the ball

~

Still I remain

Wondering about the next hour

How far might I this time flounder

Trying desperately to only enjoy

A quiet reality of blessed joy

Yet I maintain

~

We are a common lot of human being

Gathered en masse awaiting our King