Soft and slow
I will go
to shores
on the moors
walk on the grass
float in the yonder
sit and ponder
on where to go next
no goals to fetch
a lazy stretch
on the bench
heart in a clench
life in a clinch
nothing to worry
no stupid hurry
troubles buried
I only have to scurry
to catch some forty winks
before fate has a rethink
and pushes me back from the brink
of my journey beyond
taking it slow and soft
making time to dream on
I make Time sway
today is my day......
