Barely beating the deadline for my own pick. How bad is that. Thanks to Lance for letting me choose the track. Jackson Browne's "Running on Empty", which is sadly how I feel of late. This post may not be entirely fiction.
On the road well before dawn. Caffeine induced wakefulness fuels the pursuit of the never ending need to make ends meet.
Half a day later, fumbling for domestic balance with quickly ebbing energy, the body's demand for down time wins out. An unscheduled nap in a chair. Yet it is not enough.
In random corners of time, the frivolous endeavours of the heart wait.
The ball of yarn next to a forgotten pattern. The pen atop the page.
Until a cobwebbed mind, determined, takes the time to brush away the encrusted dust, and embrace the dream for just a moment.
