My Song

I know since I have blogged its been long,

Was just waiting for the perfect song,

But I guess I just got the idea wrong,

Perfection follows a journey, lifelong.

So I decided to just sit right down,

To write of the thoughts that goes around,

In my head, over and over again as a record rewound,

Seems like it requires a place abound.

I think of paint, I think of crease,

I think of letting my thoughts just freeze,

I think of a fine hand, I think of release,

In just the fashion I see it, piece by piece,

I see me colored in my own paint,

Of the outer world I have some idea faint,

My wishes are pure, but my fears taint,

The color of my life is growing quaint,

I sit with books, my work, my day,

Dreaming of a picture I put on my tray,

I can't stop floating going astray,

Yet of commitment I don't dare to say.

Will try today, will try tomorrow,

Today or tomorrow I will get narrow.

Will make a choice as I believe is destined,

Its only a game, I'll win over my doubting mind.

Till then I will hold on....

Will continue to write some imperfect songs!!!!!