Guest Writer - Cliff Perry
My mind is like a train, rather-
two trains of thought.
One is anxious for its destination,
Two, is definitely not.
One is blocked by backed-up traffic
Owing to Two's careless ways;
changing tracks, never stays.
One strides forward always trying,
to perfect his concentration.
Hopes held high of getting through
Two, often leads to frustration.
And just 'cause Two has feeble plans:
follows where his looking leads him-
seldom bothered by importance
only when his ego needs him.
To clarify the situation
of why they can't, content to live;
When One has reason to his action -
and Two, by only 'loco' motive.
I suppose that there must be
a rail on the track that's bent
causing Two to do his damage
havoc stir; success prevent.
One chugs on full of steam
complete his task his only goal
but the pressure's surely dropping!
Now why has Two the upper-hand?
It seems unfair to have control
When One is certainly deserving -
I hope that I will One day know.
Mother of Invention, wishing everyone who struggles with something, the power to soldier on with all their strength.