Busy,Busy That Is Me
So You Want To Know
Where does my time go
It flys out the window every chance it gets
Time after time
I do everything in my mind first
Then when I am finished I do it for real
I then feel what it is to accomplish my difficult feats
I let go of my emotions and follow my dreams
I sweat tears of joy and sorrow
They are a mixed basket I constantly carry
Looking for reasons and new inspiration to drive me beyond
There is no time to pack encouragement or frustration
They feed off each other like a bird feeder filled with seed
Watching bird after bird land and eat
The enjoyment of seeing nature react to the prosperity of goodness
Each bird flys away in hopes to return another day
Filling its stomach so it may survive in the wild
Lending a helping hand in the world of plenty
Is my way of living a dream I have dreamed