Listening to Norah Jones at work makes me write poetry, not proposals...August 2nd, 2010:
Dreaming of a lazy rainy day,
Sitting by the window,
With a book in one hand,
And a cup of hot cocoa..
While I dream and make plans,
Life is racing by too fast,
Such beautiful moments and experiences,
But how I do capture and make them last..
I'm so used to being in the driver's seat of life,
Never having regretted a decision to stop, go or make a turn,
But now I'm reviewing one quarter of a century gone by,
And taking a passenger seat to life, feeling my energy burned..
Has anyone figured out the answer yet,
To what the right balance in life might be,
Of keeping on moving forward and achieve,
But also pause to hear, see and feel..
If and when we do take a break, how do we tell,
The essential moments in life to absorb and devour,
From the 'fun/distractions' we've been brought up to believe,
That stray us from our goals each hour..
I've been hard-wired to believe that today's sacrifice,
Will be tomorrow's gain for something bigger and better,
But today is yesterday's tomorrow and do I now deserve,
Is my present yesterday's debtor?