Through life of worry and uneasiness,

Delightful dealings divulge disarming doubts.

But writing poems melts my life's mess,

And slows down the mental fast-moving train.

My mind travels to many wonderful places.

Desires for expeditions of flying,

Knowing I could risk at many paces,

And change the entire world with one try.

Facing a day when I quit my pen,

Leaves imagination at the front door.

To drive down the highway of life I spent,

Of true harms my mind knows and nothing more.

For writing on paper of nothing real,

Can reflect on how I honestly feel.