baking a bread
it could be said
I am a bit sad
trying to express it
using a few words
no space for tears
feeling discontent
life is jolly good
yet the mind is off
like a rotten apple
swallowed by mistake
as the snake laughs
desire for solitude
cover up of social shyness
love of one’s company
our need to shine
our need to display
our need for a sign
our need to pray
our need to be okay
who said life starts at forty
was delusional
recording of the above poem read by the author
there is so much to do
and nothing gets done
with an overloaded mind
mental fog
lacking structure
step by step
where to start
when all seems
to be important
write two columns
one for things you can do
one you have to get done
sort out the priorities
on the first side
and leave the rest
universe has your back
choose your tasks
trust in its help
and it is so
full spectrum rainbow in the sky
with no rain on the horizon
walkers in shorts and singlets
trying to work out their thoughts
dogs stopped barking for a while
bird songs filled the fresh air
a fountain drew in native bees
chilling next to the little bird pool
deep red color of the fresh flowers
butterflies gently flying around
the spring has come to town
bringing an abundance of life forms
time of the fresh and alive
a new season has started
naturally
recording of the above poem read by the author
fulfilling occupation solid pays
sea of educational takeaways
from bottom of the pack
rising to the heights of clouds
putting bums in seats of crowds
now trust in the universe
to endow you higher power
go and do some good
transform and empower
once on the leading horse
you better starts riding
there is no turning back
and no more hiding
start to ease off
on the reigns
give into the flow
release the chains
unshackled
