Dots and lines layer over
as a smile forms in pure pleasure.
Witnessing the delight to create
inspires me to be better.
Oh to be young and full of promise,
lifted up with dreams not yet written,
before the realities of life corrupt the inner being.
I’m not getting any younger to
put off goals that wait for tomorrow.
Frozen by fear of the risks that might need taking
stalled by fleeting inspirations.
Cloudy eyes in hopeless frustration
entrap me in a box of comfortable repetition.
Opportunity does not sit and wait for perfection.
Pursue courage and innovation
to persevere a life of messy creating.
There is light all around me that
just might, contain joy worth seeking.
Open up your eyes and see
that hope never left you.