I am not in a state of whim,
But walking on a line that is thin,
While I want to fly and shine,
And not be straight jacketed into the blind,
I get trapped in the worldly winds,
Losing out on what “ME” means.
My sanity is up for a toss,
Often at times I feel lost,
But there is a corner deep in,
Holding the madness within,
Throwing me back into the game,
Building passion for things I crave.
Time is flying and I will get old,
Where is the time to feel the cold?
I better buck up and give cent percent,
Fetch some caring hands to hold and dance,
As togetherness is what has a good chance.
Hello. Sorry I was out of action for a while.