Good Intentions

A mole is all I want to be

I’ll take down just what I need

Acting on my behalf

I won’t make time a golden calf

Your uninvited aim to please

Shines your light on poor old me

A frown doesn’t mean I’m down

Just thinking about and figuring out

The limitations of your good intentions

Hangs me out to dry

Always talking, nothing doing

Making and wasting time

It heals, it steals, it flies

What’s the difference between

An open mind and a vacancy

You figured it out with no doubt

But along the way, your mind fell out

A new heartbeat met by a thief

Steals slow and patiently

Heals you up if you can laugh

Might not fly if you let it pass

The limitations of your good intentions

Hangs me out to dry

Always talking, nothing doing

Making and wasting time

It heals, it steals, it flies