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So many words, so little to say.
All that real life keeps getting in the way.
Every day goes by, everything pretty much the same.
There is hardly a soul who even knows my name.

I used to be so creative,
downright contemplative.
Now there's no time to think of anything
beyond the next meal, the next question, the next "he's touching me!"

Sleep, kids, and eat,
make everything neat.
Barely enough time
to even get online ...

But everything is okay.
Life is going my way.
Though the quiet of night my mind starts to work.
I see stories and poems and characters to irk.

Someday maybe I'll have time to organize
all the stuff in my head; a whole story I'll realize,
but for now it must wait;
overshadowed by my kids and my mate.

So everything is okay,
Life is going my way.

~*~
written sometime in late 2009 by AgaCobra