Suspended

A canvas, supple and ready to be drawn on.

A page, silently waiting to be turned.

A baby, eager to take it's first steps.

A college student, finally moving on.

On life goes, spin the dice,

unfortunate- or fortunate, who really knows?

 

Will the birds be calling,

will crows be idly cawing/

Will dreams join them, soaring,

or will the lights burn out?

 

Spin the dice, see your score.

There's no staying suspended,

in limited circling time.