Ifs, Buts and Maybes
What is enough?
And when will it be?
If I could count as you do in the recesses of your mind and heart,
Maybe we’d meet at the finish line.
Maybe the days don’t run as fast I think
And east isn’t the direction I seek (they say good things come from the east)
I wish for fountains of forgiveness wherever they are needed.
Any bouts of sadness diminished by a soft words
And understanding as free as the wind.
But your thoughts don’t make you a woman until they translate to action,
And neither do your dreams
To fly a kite isn’t to pilot a plane
The process to success is entrenched in reality
So if you let me, maybe we’ll make it together
So don’t you go wandering in your dreams.
For present is where you become a champion
Image courtesy of Nils Britwum