all the ways

all the space
left empty can be made into
another thought
interrupts switches gear
without hesitation or warning
all the thought
brought forth from this room
could stack and reach the roof
repairs do take place as needed
this spot to collect
all the thought
wonder still where to put
all this thought
all the space
taken up isn't much
for someone this age
seems as the minutes tick by
now we all know the thought
we could go at any time
all the prayers
won't keep anyone from
an eternal nap
for the mortal shell
spun around until dizzy
and then ten years pass
all the time
seems to vanish without
a thought all along
taking notes on the progress
everyday might bring
all the time
not wasted as some have said
all the time
making old wounds bleed
for no good reason
all the space
eventually fills up fast
furious not made it further
all the time
wasted complaining should
be thinking of
all the ways
out of the box...