My True Passion
Finding peace in the things I do
So many things not enough time
Aspirations are what I view
Like a mountaineer ready to climb
Motivated by the things my mind sees
moving quickly yet stop on a dime
My workshop like a hive ready for bees
Materials, tools, and ideas, no confine
Like an arborist climbing the tallest trees
Seeing ideas that are so much like mine
Blending them all to make something new
knowing that any new idea will be fine
Unlimited hours are down to a few
I must eat and sleep to keep up my health
Balancing obligations I have too
Knowing the outcome is spiritual wealth
Wondering if I really have any clue
Working slowly and then with more stealth
For creating is the way to myself I stay true
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