Cheat post. Poem written in March 2014. Still holds true…
Write. I want to.
But Time. Where do I find?
Hollow words, stuck in a rut, life grinds.
O dear mind,take me tither,
where time doesn’t matter.
There is no rat race,
life goes on at a leisurely pace.
O dear mind, take me to the days,
when I was a kid,
and there was no need,
to choose from so many worldly ways.
There was only one way,
one thing, that I did.
Whatever my heart said!