Just a short trip to my nearest "Morrisons",
shopping to the old Eagles Track "long run",
i get on the bus to come home,
and by the time i get off the bus,
my head is awash,
spinning, a maelstrom, a tornado in my head.
I sit leaning with my head against the window,
not licking it i hasten to add,
and i think.
i ruminate, cogitate, wonder, self analyze,
and the more i think,
the less i know.
I saw Daffs today, Crocuses,
and the Snowbells are still hanging in there.
I sat and pondered the concept of fulfillment,
my inability to feel fulfilled,
and maybe it really is all in the mind.
Getting whatever it is that one wants.
If only i knew from one day to the next,
what it is that i actually want.
Maybe i should try turning that around.
Instead of trying to get what i want,
maybe i need to learn to want what i got.
Easy to say huh!
and i dither.