Why must cruel practicality interfere With pursuit of ambition we hold dear?
Why must we sometimes perhaps lament Time "wasted" on what we love not spent?
Why do some so young and bold have luck And some wise and sold - dreams in they tuck?
It seems not fair - but these are our choices When we settle to suppress our voices Due to "lack of time" - or sometimes fear That our voices - they might not want to hear.
Remind us when doubt creeps in or time slips by That we should continue to commit to try. Because life's commitments will pull with all their might - But as writers - we must find our time to write!