A simple plaque sits on the counter
My paint brush yearns to be used
I stare ahead with canvas primer in hand
Should I change the words or just the style
The pastels are pretty and the meaning is too
Instead I leave it alone again for today
Looking around I see the blank canvas
Last time I used so many colours
Yet I wonder how many is too many
Onto the next project my eyes drift
Underneath the sewing machine it lays
Returning to that place all dolled up
Someday soon I\'ll start all these things
Until then the thoughts will consume
Now there\'s only a few months left
Soon I\'ll be staring at cameras and friends
How I\'ll yearn for some time alone
Instead I\'ll be dragged this way and that
Not even enough time to catch up
Eventually it will all be over once again