Reconsider - A Poem

An open hand and a brush of aptitude
Leave an empty spot for solitude
Progression onwards isn't it.
To leave a spot for no mood.
Give you a chance for this
Never a hand in hand notion
Not a chance for this
So no more halt in motion
Sputtering from your cold ice blue veins
Your life once weeping
Now anxiously tearing
Withheld new stains
A fervent recovery
All too easy to think of
Yet a new point of approach
To reconsider is to not be taught
The possibility to reconsider
The extraction of pondering
No other thoughts distracting
Nor chances of ambivalent logic laundering
Forwards in time
Takes a bit into the sun
Then we just keep looking up
Reconsider? Then life is just as much done.