Sometimes I think
I ought to just write
But I wonder
What would that be like?
How would I manage
Without
The normal stimulation
Of conversation and hustle?
Is there a way out?
The question keeps arising
But then I think,
‘How impossible, how improbable!’
And then
I resume my usual routine,
Although I’m halfway
To Mars, it seems.
When will I be free
To pursue
What I feel
Driven to do?
But only driven temporarily
And then
There’s so much
Else to do,
It overcomes me
On these occasions,
When I’m stuck
In this situation;
But mayhaps
It’s getting stronger,
Can I hold on
A little longer,
Or do I have to go now?
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