Giving Thoughts Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tapping keys of an interior piano, playing songs as I compose them according to my intellectual ability.
Crossing many pathways to get to destinations set by fate and destiny.
Climbing onto planes, just to soar above earth without fears to deal with.
Anchoring self with rhythms of the past, yearning for them only.
Collapsing from exhaustion, tired beyond comprehension, yet untiringly keeping up and carrying on.
Racing from one scene to another, sliding across vast acres of musical scores, undaunted by the presage of time.
Allocating time to everyone, giving moments selflessly, hoping to one day understand what life has been about.
Giving full attention to details never catching up or attracting my mind outside of poetical forms and reasons.
Always, creating ideas out of absolutely nothing, giving thoughts to others who may read them.