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.