I never get to write when I want,
someone always has a need –
And I bleached my favorite layering shirt
It only sorta kinda hurt.
I may need a cup of tea.
Or maybe a little time for me;
Could be that I’m internalizing anxiety and worry –
still meditating,
but lately, in a hurry.
My hair’s getting long now
and it’s in need of a trim
My scalp is sore
send moisture please – hydration?
Prognosis is grim.
I gained 5 pounds,
for the most part, I like where it went…
but this pudge on my waist ain’t taking the same hints.
I wanna walk,
go clear my mind
spend time with the moon
but there’s just too much going on in the world
this time.
Soon come, and coming soon…
I wanna blow trees
like a mischievous breeze
follow my thought streamers
through subconscious skies –
ride the clouds…
Watch me rise.
As long as I always
know my soul
I’ll simply find other ways
to hold myself in control.
My mind, my spirit
gently roam
but I never get
too far from home.
