Few Things On My Checklist

Open the drawer you'll see a diary, A wimpy kid full of anxiety, Lean frame meek face all I got, but I strolled blithely. The first page got my expensive dreams covered, A trip to the Alps in the shimmery Swiss summer, then hike the Mont Blanc and write some for her, sitting on the rocks sipping mild liquor, tongue-in-cheek, whimsical humor. On that note please turn over to the next page, chips n antenna never held my gaze, too late to pull out I must stay, I must say, I might pull this one off, else my achievements be measured by a length gauge. A grave predicament I'm stuck in, maybe I need to do something, maybe I need to be fronting, but nothing surprises me anymore, seeds I sowed shall be reaped come forth. Page three demands me to rise above obscurity, scale heights not meant to be, Rake opulence not meant for me, As right as rain, I want things to be. For now, I'll hit the sack with a twinge of guilt, cause I dreamt of things far ahead of me.