the daily poem.

when life gets to be to much,
when work gets to be to much.
when the thoughts of love seem to take me to another place.
a place where their is no love,
no companionship,
no other thoughts 
but of time and of circumstances.

looking for that place once more,
when the world seem new,
and just about anything was possible.
 
who would believe it?
who would understand it?
that their was such a place.
that the world indeed was place filled with wonder,
hope,
infinite possibilities

something happened,
all those years ago,
and now I find myself in a place,
not entirely of my own making.

I am still looking for the way of escape, .
So it goes.
​Press on regardless.