Poetry
CHOICE
So, what is the point of it all anyway?
Life, universe and everything?
Why do I wake up each day and go to work
Tired even before I'm started.
Fixated on goals I don't remember setting
Working for people I don't like
Why?
When all I want to do is write.
I want to write about honey filled buttercups
And sun kissed peaches
Of curly hair that just won’t be tamed
About kindled spirits and broken dreams
I want to write about values and cultural extremes
I want to write about frail eyes but strong hopes
And about sunlight that creeps in from between thin
leaves
About raindrops that tap on my window, hoping to
be l