Most of the Time

I’m not doing what I love.

If I had courage, I’d give

it all up for what it is that

my heart yearns for.

If only I had a hint.  It

has to be real.  I’ve been on

too many pretend journeys.

You’ve got to do something

in life, right?  Or do you?

I’m pretty anxious when

the unknown darkens my

doorstep.  Yet that’s where

all the possibility lies.

Where I’m free.  To choose

what I want to choose because

I have not committed to

anything in particular.

How I would love to do that.

My whole life has been one

of “playing the field”.

I have a low boredom

threshold, so I seek

excitement at the drop

of a hat.  Not to say I’m

not loyal, I just like

variety, I guess.  But I miss

the steadiness of having

an everyday experience

being there for me most

of the time.

Close up of Maarn Dahlia. Oregon

Close up of Maarn Dahlia. Oregon

Photography © Dennis Frates Photography

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