But no time

Work crowds out creative space

Rushing around at such a pace

Doing, but no time to BE

Strangely happy to be me

                              Waking tired once again

                              Fitful sleep, aching brain

                              Mind packed full of plans and schemes

                              But no time for healing dreams

                                                                           Fell asleep whilst writing this

                                                                           But no time for floating bliss

                                                                           Birdsong backdrop to the dawn

                                                                           Adrenaline rush jolts me on!


© Liz Redfern May 2012

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