Contradiction

 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.