Leap

To lie for me was some what of a big deal To lie for me was mundane in the existence of truth. More of an prediction of the next thought or action From one moment to the next as it's quite hard to say whats done relying on reaction alone. So unlike myself, a rare moment of potential Behind the rotation of lips spinning on the axis of conversation In all honesty The forgetting of names, unintentional speaking. What led to this quantum of unparallel thinking This constant spinning of transcendence. Earth The raising and falling of the sun You never say hey or look my way but insist to make up for the moments missed in the abundance of choice Precisely the point of rockets Blasting off Casting sheet metal and other casings into the atmosphere before it's destination. The missing pieces found, later researched to be placed in some big museum sooner or later. When does our leap year begin, has it passed The gravity of thought preceding before step To me the truth was that much appealing Removing the dark side that covered the moon The detail presented in an telescopic view missed by most. Turning the calendar I'd be lying if I said I wasn't waiting for the next leap year to occur