Everyday I’m waiting, my mind always straining, thinking of what I need to do
so many ideas, none concrete, wondering what door will land at my feet
I won’t be ready if prepared for different task
stopping myself seems a big mistake but something tells me there is too much at stake
excuses I know but I believe in my faith, too much I fear
waiting for a sign, a path, guidance, anything to give me a confident steer
this problem around because my feet aren’t on the ground
dreams I made when I was young, I have a sickening thought this was my undoing
misplaced dreams for a misplaced mind
so far the years have not been kind
but only in the comparison of my silly mind
I can breath
I can walk
I can eat when i see fit
I can be hot or cold , it is always my wish either way
not everyone has this, I have it every day
but my mind doesn’t work that way, lucky I’m here? Yes
but happy? NO
over the years I can’t of helped the thoughts of my time to go
bad I know
very little time will I dwell on them silly thoughts, just my silly mind, again, and again
my mind thinks silly things
but I’m quick at realising