Intentions they call them

Intentions

They call them

Those thoughts that crawl

Into the dark corners of your mind

Curling up into comfortable contemplations

That keep you company among the blue

Your goal for infinity

Ending

Blackness done

As the worms struggle to reach the surface

Knowing life below is through

Intentions

Who gets to draw the line

Mark the chart

Between intention and thought

If you hide it well

Deeper even

Than their pen can drag across the page