Am I to do this too?
Clean the dishes?
Sweep the Floor?
Paint the bathroom? Today, I’m torn.
Write a poem, draw, or clean?
It’s really not so hard to see, right here on my pad of paper.
But decisions are made every weekend and most nights—tend to my family and home or breakaway
and play for the day?
About ...
About ...
Dreams and eternal things … that hold hope and joy.
And I need order to begin.
Chaos can be tempered with mental-glue:
Hold tight to what’s bubbling inside my chest
Pumping in my heart.
Rise up foolish thoughts and dreams of another world--
You win!
You win!
1 comment:
I went ahead, a day early, to give this post time to percolate. :)
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