Why do they call it
“Time on your hands”
When it so obviously should be
“Time on my mind”
It ticks
And it tocks
So many thoughts drawn in
Then dropped
As the light changes colour
And shadows drift across the room
I have too much time to be thinking
And yet not enough time
To do
*procrastination begins in the mind, a paralysis caused by avoidance of “that” which should be done.
Photo: mine, my dog Bodhi, who fails to see gaps in doors as openings that she could follow me through, instead I must widen them until their is absolutely no chance the door can touch her.
Lovely lines penned
Thankyou Tanvir
What a beautiful poem!
funny dog; still we all have our little quirks :)I can relate to the poem, Kate; I sometimes think too much — and do little: hard to find the golden mean —
Would be interesting to learn where that idiom came from. Your relatable poem reminds me of a phrase I first heard long ago, “over analysis causes paralysis.”
Paralysis indeed Michelle. I can lock up all my gears simply by engaging the brake in my brain. It takes some getting over sometimes for sure
For sure. 😌