I scrunch my finger.
It is at this point
in time and space
and no other.
It is my mind
that tells my brain
to scrunch my finger.
This finger
will exist
after my mind
is no more.
I scrunch my finger
because I want to.
No one tells me
to scrunch my finger.
No one but me.
I scrunch my finger
and that is my mark
in history.
My finger moves
through space.
It pushes unseen beings
out of its way
in order to complete
its journey.
It will never
scrunch at that time again.
I could scrunch my finger
in the same space again,
but never that same time.
It has been done
and that time is now gone.
I decided to spend that time
scrunching my finger.
I'll never get that time
back again.
My mind decided to spend
that time it was given
to scrunch my finger.
How shall I spend the rest of it?
