And just for thought...
Sometimes when I think that I got it all figured out,
It is more apparent that I have no idea which way I want to blow.
So I sit down with my cup of coffee and pull out my pen
And hope that I find my direction by the time I reach the last end.
I take stock in the things that I have, the things that I don't,
Laughing at the trivial words that come out of these hands sometimes.
I know that half the things that boil my blood don't matter.
I understand that the other half of those things should make my head explode
But still I sit here and try to reconfigure my direction.
I have these words, these lovely little pieces of me that I throw down,
Hoping you all understand how to pick them up,
Knowing that half of them will be littered on my floor,
Balled up lost thoughts that will never see the light of the day.
And I wonder if that is all this life is,
Balled up ideas that never got the chance to bloom,
Laughing at myself for the melancholy in my fingers today.
I become too philosophical for my own good
And it only leads to more confusion when I try to understand,
Try to understand which direction is the right one.
We have these opportunities in our lives,
Opportunities that are lined with good, with bad, with nothing at all.
I never know which one is right,
Just know whichever way I go I will land all right
And even if I stumble I can't be too angry at my missteps.
So I sit down with my trusty pen and battle out my funny little path,
Smiling at the kid upstairs and loving the man working,
Laughing over friends with beers and cuddling those sleepy fur babies,
Understanding that maybe the direction doesn't matter all that much anyway.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.