Friday, August 10, 2012

She
Drives to work and
Does the laundry and
Balances the checkbook and
Walks the dog and
Raises the kids.
All that, all day, week, month.

In her day to day there is satisfaction and
Love and
Peace.
But
In her dreams she shreds guitar and
Paints masterpieces and
Writes best sellers.
Someday is passing her and
She wonders when and how to make it all happen and
In the meantime she yearns.

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