I feel crowded and lost
trapped in this space
So far to run
yet no time to race
Confussed, mind cluttered
with empty fulfillments
Goals far away in the distance
Everything jumps in the way
To reach them, I strech.....(sigh)
I can't..... not this day
Crowded yet empty
my mind fights to produce
I try and I try
yet and still no use.
There are stories that rhyme
there is 24 hours in a day
yet still not enough time
If only I could encamp in quiet a moment to myself
all other things done (for now)
placing distractions, on their shelf
Opportune day, the right moment all mine
dull thoughts replaced
with a bright and vivid shine
In comes my passion,
a dear sweet friend I find
Clock whinding down
Sun setting on this another day
Closer I approach
Quiets sound
Given another opportunity to rectify
Crowed and Empty's
CONTRADICTION.