Just Thinking

Just writing, what will come out I don’t know
Thinking a lot, of things past, the present
How far I’ve come, the courage it has sometimes taken
The feelings I still can’t acknowledge, the child within,
Trust which comes hard for me, always the doubt inside
The losses that come with change, inevitable
University, things I never thought I would do
Hopefully confidence, eventually, in my abilities
Regrets, a lot of those, but nothing I can change
Live with them perhaps, they’re part of the past
I love my home, my dog and my chook,
I love sunshine on a cool day, coffee with friends
I love a good book, too interesting to leave alone
But not wanting to finish it, dragging it out in the end
I love Australia, my patriotism knows no bounds
I love that I knew my Granddad; he’s still in my heart
I love wandering the markets, lots of interesting things
I love the smell of fresh mown lawn, of rain after a long dry
Rambling now, but its fun, gentle thinking in my mind
Meandering in my mind, like a gentle winding river
I can hear noises from the TV, my dog wanting attention
I can hear a train in the distance, a car revving up
I’m mellow, just going with the moment, fingers tapping on the keyboard
I’ve come to the end now, of my meandering mind walking chatter
The end.




Kaz