Task At Hand

So soon I look
back to days
where I exert
a mental state.

I trace places
I try to surmise
this feeling under
watchful eyes.

I know I’m solid
I know I’m fit
for the task at
hand I submit.

I’ll be me the
best I know how.
I know of places
I am at rest now.

I can be me if for
a moment in time.
Place gentle hand
of yours in mine.

Let us figure the
best parts of me.
Dive into an abyss
of bliss eternally.

I’ll tell the truth,
we search always,
for betterment I’ve
got my hand I play.

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