Woke up this morning, just after the sun had broken through the fog, took a look at everything in my way just to laugh at the way things have been.
Seven years spent dreaming, longing for something more than the daily grind, reminding myself each and every day that a goal greater than the pain waits for me someday.
I took the time, slowing down, arranging the thoughts in my head according to a plan made so long ago. Wrote it all down in a great big journal, no reason not to do what was written, as a calendar for the future.
Woke up every day, dressed and on my way, through it all remaining hopeful for a time to come when the work will find a result so desired by me.
points of light,
across the night sky.
Wind whispers to me,
urging me forward into the night,
as I walk between rows of trees.
Follow the path,
keep to the right,
and you will find the distant seas.
Long road through stormy lands,
days alone dreaming of a land ahead,
following a path made before my time,
I go on not knowing where this road will go…
but I keep going no matter how often it curves.
Fan the flame,
fire burning bright,
to light the night.
Summer is near, so it seems.
Hot it is, hot indeed.
Inside I do remain, so much to gain.
With these random bits, phrases so true yet out of place, I bid you good day.
as the rain begins pouring,
no time to waste
time counting down
with so much
but so few hours in a day.