Too many interests and potential passions; not enough time or resources.
I stand behind the window of possibilities
I let them flow
What of me does Fate require
To set these smoking flames a-glow?
Who am I?
I — am a burst of colors
My mind hollers
Atop the world
“Look at me!
Aren’t I a worthy sight to see?”
My confection of dreams unfurled.
Sensing, I am:
These carriers need to unload
A physical feat
The pining pen of an aesthete
A mind, unbridled, can explode.
Except when it is not
This isn’t the life I thought I thought
Nothing I lose, nothing I gain
Reminders are a sinking mire,
Ventures consequently dire
Slap me — I’m wandering again.
Side note, I asked a fellow blogger if they could feature one of my prized poems, “Writer’s Reverie”, on their blog, and they did! You can check it out here.
Next stop — The Wall Street Journal! Just kidding. Still! I wanna expand my influence in a likeminded community. Who knows?