AmyNoelly

My mind, Always running wild, Yet lacking motivation, Cannot draw but for five minutes. Compelling story lines, Stashed away for months, Massive mental block, Do not proceed. Feelings of angst, Worry for the future, Projects to be tackled, And I am in my own way. Desire to draw breathtaking scenes, Yearning to write awe-inspiring novels, Always a mess, The work of a child. Searching for passion that was once mine, I would never let it go again.

No one knows what heaven or hell is to come This perilous journey called life barely makes sense It is too complicated to speak of casually While I cannot keep up with the present tense Time is rushing by faster than one might fathom So we surround ourselves with distractions Turning a blind eye away from that final day when we fall weak Determined with warm tranquility or shattering regret