Monday, July 15, 2013
Thought wanders and jumps like a butterfly,
concerns and wants crowd out firm direction;
Need to do this, want to do that, would like to do the other -
Too often sensible things get pushed aside.
At times I can take a breath, steel self and forge ahead.
When I relent, imps of misdirection leap back to the fore,
taking me on yet another half-planned misadventure.
Memories are friend and foe, pleasing and disappointing...
Somehow I make it through work,
traffic, grocery shopping and banking.
Things need to get done.
Dreams of romance or exotic adventure
rarely derail the necessary items of life,
no matter how hard they try.