Cards in the Hand

I can do nothing, just by staring
Into the spaces, between.

I can do so much, just by laughing
At every face, in the scene.

Some come with a bible of truths
Tomorrow forgotten
Or, somebody's blues.

Careless consideration
Thoughtless imagination
Mindless emancipation.

I do nothing, just by lying here
One emptiness, falls into another.

I do so much, just by smiling at you
One happiness creates another.

Someone came with a book of the future
Tomorrow's the best
Or, all I could hope.

Don't leave me standing.