I hope to succeed,
in writing, music and art,
until then it’s work.
I’m troubled at times,
by my own time wastefulness,
and its delaying.
Slip sliding away,
the things I need to finish,
but most of all time.
I am not frantic,
nor do I panic at all,
it is what it is.
I pick myself up
and dust myself down again,
and simply get on.
