No breaks from busyness
But energy abounds,
Joyful activity replaces
Glum speculation’s confounds,
Working quietly
Uncluttered by unnecessary noise,
Holding a straight course
With surprising poise;
Is this a new voyage?
Or only an interlude?
Past experience suggests the latter,
Delusion the former,
But, although I see,
I’m still bamboozled so easily!
Into thinking and believing these thoughts
That at last I’m home free,
I know that trouble must be lurking
And keep reminding myself to avoid shirking,
Lest I be caught
By some unexpected glitch
But if when finally there’s a hitch
I fear I’ll fall into a pit,
And if I have to take another hit
I doubt I’ll enjoy that one bit!
How does one overcome this kind of blindness?
What is this secret that I’m missing?
Or could it only be a myth?
That we can bypass this pothole?
How to evade this chasm?
If only it was an actual road,
One could go around safely,
Could it yet he so simple?
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