I am not married.

I have not birthed children.

I have not signed a permanent contract,
On a house,
On a car,
On my time,
On my life.

I do not race like a rat.
I fly like a bird!
I soar, I circle, I spin, I dance!

I dream of the nest we’ll make,

Not yet.

But one day.

If you liked this, read:
The Perfection of Now
What are you striving for?
Down the pub. c 1985