Flow

some days life struggles to define itself other days the hours roll straight off the shelf some days fickle wind refuses to blow other days nothing can stop the wind’s flow some days start out headed straight toward hell other days impossible to foretell will not always be a reason or rhyme to go with purposeful use of our time lack of confidence and indecision second thoughts, stage fright, fear of derision disturbances which mess with our feelings existence often complicates being not always going to be a smooth flow yet ever onward is where we must go