Lil bit

Drawn to the what could be, or why haven't I. The bogs that fight each other for a place at the front of the line waiting for there turn to play Boggle. Why do I continue on. To what purpose do I find myself wanting a little bit more. Why am I getting bent out of shape over one person. To what means am I letting myself struggle. Is it my allowance. My allotment, my just due. I could most likely keep on about the do's and don'ts, and right and wrongs just to fill my quota of words. Or I could just let it be as they fall to the paper. Forever snared by my next reader's delight of wanting just a little bit more.