Break from Summer Chaos

Well I dont really have the time
But today I'm creating the space
I'm feeling the need to write-
The application form can wait.

I'm half writing lyrics,
Half writing a song;
There's no music to write to,
No humming along.

But soon I'll be writing,
No worries, no doubt,
Perhaps even music,
What's that all about?!

But for now, this short poem,
Just words on a page...
Not wise, or exciting
And vacant of rage.

That will surely come later though,
I hope, any rate.
Its good for the soul,
No need to debate.
Rage can sometimes be good,
Just dont hesitate.

Its only frustration -
To be put to good use.
Why have an arrow,
With no-where to shoot?
So aim true, aim sure,
And aim fair to boot.

That's it for now,
And I'm back in the room...
Life crashes back in with the cutting of grass.
Application form next- not least and not last.