Playing life on a strange new field
Getting used to what appealed
As the best advantage in my range
For new focus on a different stage
Waiting, saving, kept away
From what I've awaited and
What I've craved
Treading fine on simple taste
Recreating, avoiding waste
Except for time
Which takes its liberty
On a loose rein it runs around
As I attempt to keep it bound
Rearranged outside my hand
Not revealing its new plan.
-Kelly Write Away
