My heart is wrenched with angst
Cool winds bring thoughts of change
Each step is filled with trepidation
Routines encircle me until it's bedtime again
Time is a gift I use poorly
Constantly departing from my path
Scared of accomplishing my passions
So lonely, my ambitions are so vast
I want to write a novel
And a couple of practical books
I want to be a blues singer
Who plays in cozy nooks
I want to be a sketcher
Of beautiful scenery
I want to travel to interesting places
Learn other cultures and about me
I want to be a good friend
To my family and people I know
I want to develop a broader mind
Even if the progress is slow
Life is moving along
My body is showing some wear
Peace has changed to urgency
I'm hurrying to go no where
Gotta stop pushing so hard
Slow down live life here and now
My dreams need higher regard
Before it's too late
Copyright Kathryn Jean August 16, 2005
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