I must be a daring little thing, to think I can throw my words into the world. I would not say I\'m inconsequential, cause I put love on every unfold.
I can say I\'ve got entangled, on my own life,
on my happy recipe
I\'m putting to much spice.
I\'m still a worker, my time is at bay,
To pay the bills, need to find my way.
I\'m running out of word, to do my writing,
As my time is short, to go into studying.
To find some rhymes, I get into a fight, can never find an input, to make it right.
I divide myself, too much life affair
Even to myself, it is not being fair.
Time to the garden, time to the kids
time to my love, time to my needs.
There is more than that, I did not mention,
that even my ex, is asking for attention.
So my friends, if you have an answer, for such despair,
I will put my life, suspended on air, till I can find time, or any solution, cause my cute mind, need no more pollution. I comeback some time,
For this I swear,
For my poetic side, I will always give my share.