Often it’s the inspiration
That overcomes waning motivation,
It’s something outside that
Keeps me from wasting
Time supplied,
Yet time still waiting
For the energy to move,
To be able to choose
Still afraid to act
As if there’s something left to lose,
Let me stop for a moment,
this isn’t just about the blues,
When you can see
All the fresh green
Centered between
Concentric circles
Of swaying trees
Over-washed in
The sweetest breeze
As if life itself is peace at ease,
All our wants
And all our needs
Temporarily sustained
So long as we breathe.