poetry submission

try to remember what this was supposed to be
    -when I put myself here,
    when I gave myself a reason
  could it be that every day since was spent asking?
    returning to that moment
      a vague concept set forth with poor planning
        given these hands and feet and mind
            but held back from the meaning
            the idea that triggered the event
            a reason to begin and end
              and to return to their cycle
          given all but the eyes I need to put these hands to use
            and day after day stands wasted