To walk in the sand and feel the sun
Let my mind relax, regenerate
But too much here is left undone
Working hard with very long days
Always pulled in multiple directions
Everyone needs a piece of my time
No moments now for restful reflection
Doing my job on auto pilot
Hitting constant turbulence
I am here in body
My mind is at the sea
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
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