Catching dreams
Like catching fish in streams
Slipping out of my hands
Silly making plans it seems
Taking chances
Like swimming as a wave advances
Twirling in the undertow
Considering the circumstances
Some days I am a warrior
Ready
To conquer
But most days
I am just a Beggar
Some days I can lift the world
Bare white
Knuckles curled
But most days
I am in a whirl
A series of experiences
Making roads or fences
Shield held so high
Forgot what's the differences
With tough skin and sturdy bones
But I am waiting alone by a phone
Dog with his tail between his legs
Preparing for the casting stones
Shoveling out my own grave
Slap my hand when I misbehave
I am my own worst critic
And fear makes me into a feeble slave
