It is always temporary,
but i am okay,
just do not know where i am headed.
Things to do,
but the days have been busy,
Some one told me I was bored,
I know I am not,
some times a bit depressed,
some times more alone than i would like,
but never bored.
There are multitude of "things" i have to do
and i can not seem to get to them.
Some times i look at the fierce waves,
but forget the miracle,
that i am walking on top of the water.
I worry that i have some how chosen a wrong path,
yet i am reminded that i have fulfilled almost all my desires
and i feel complete.
No more to say,
just trying not to complain.