Leap Poem by Kewayne Wadley

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