Quiet

When my world is overcome with silence,

I begin to think about what I’ve missed,

The people, the chances, opportunities.

My rain goes over the endless possibilities,

Sometimes I think about the future,

Other times I remember the past.

Almost anytime I am alone and quiet,

I try to escape from the present,

One might call me a dreamer.

Rarely am I alone and quiet,

I work too hard,

Do nothing too little.

So I savor these moments,

And let go.

If not for these few moments,

I would have gone insane,

From life as it is today.

Things stopped being carefree,

When about five or six,

I cannot remember the feeling.

Maybe someday I will,

Find a way to let go.

I hope those who know me,

Don't think of me as,

A controlling person.

I just like getting things right,

Doing what is correct,

And being the best I can be.