waiting for the sun
Something tells me I am narrowing my world.
I have a new job. I love what is in store, I like the prospects of what I can do. There is so much to learn and so many new ways to do it. I am widening my mind to accommodate the changes and am welcoming the newness.
At the same time, I get the feeling of sitting in a castle and watching the world. I get up in the morning and get ready for work. I travel a bit everyday and look at the different lives lived. I watch the girl sitting pillion on a bike and reading her novel supporting it on the back of the rider. I leave office in the evening and watch the same scenes reversed. I pass a dance studio and look at it longingly, knowing I will stop in there once my plaster comes off. I come home and look at my shelf of books, lying unread. I go to sleep exhausted, barely getting past two pages of what I read.
I dream of going to places. I dream of walking for miles with the wind on my face. I dream of watching a sunrise from the highest point on the earth. I dream of riding the wildest horses over the mountains. I dream of showing a child the colours of the rainbow. I dream of helping an old man write a letter. I dream of listening to the melody of a peacefully running stream. I dream about sleeping under a blanket of stars. I dream of meeting friends, watching people and their lives. I dream of watching the world change and grow.
As I set out towards yet another glorious day, something tells me I am narrowing my world.
I have a new job. I love what is in store, I like the prospects of what I can do. There is so much to learn and so many new ways to do it. I am widening my mind to accommodate the changes and am welcoming the newness.
At the same time, I get the feeling of sitting in a castle and watching the world. I get up in the morning and get ready for work. I travel a bit everyday and look at the different lives lived. I watch the girl sitting pillion on a bike and reading her novel supporting it on the back of the rider. I leave office in the evening and watch the same scenes reversed. I pass a dance studio and look at it longingly, knowing I will stop in there once my plaster comes off. I come home and look at my shelf of books, lying unread. I go to sleep exhausted, barely getting past two pages of what I read.
I dream of going to places. I dream of walking for miles with the wind on my face. I dream of watching a sunrise from the highest point on the earth. I dream of riding the wildest horses over the mountains. I dream of showing a child the colours of the rainbow. I dream of helping an old man write a letter. I dream of listening to the melody of a peacefully running stream. I dream about sleeping under a blanket of stars. I dream of meeting friends, watching people and their lives. I dream of watching the world change and grow.
As I set out towards yet another glorious day, something tells me I am narrowing my world.