marching

(please note that this is a quick, notĀ edited poem)

March, March

Marching to the beat of life

Droning on and on

Work, work and work

to keep your head a float.

When all of a sudden you realize

there was a misstep;

a stumble somewhere down the road

that sent a ripple

to your very soul.

Breath in the ripple,

the change in pace.

Relax into the realization,

your life is about to change.

Now march again to a different pace.

March now to the song in your own head.

And watch as the days do not drone on.

Listen to work being done as you continue to hum.

This life is yours to liveĀ so live.

Dreamer of plans.

Dreamer of plans.

I wish to be like a fish swimming in the sea.

I wish to be a caged bird set free.

I wish and I wish,

while I dream and think.

I want to be in a different life.

I want to be some one’s wife.

I want and want

while I dream and think.
I need to know what I am doing,

where my life is going.

I need to be on one path,

and figure out the direction I’m walking.

I need and need

while I dream and think.

Oh, so many thoughts and dreams

cascades down my mind.

Filling my brain with impossible plans.

Fearless, strong, and wonderful plans.

Plans that when started fall short

as the other plans start to be thought.

Plans where success and happiness

wrap around me like warm hugs;

plans seem possible,

until other thoughts take their place.

This is why I wish and want

and think I need,

while I dream and think.

This is why I dream and think.