Too much too hard

Often you wonder what good would it do?

Often you think nothing is going to change.

Then there are days when you are all charged up- ready to face the demons

And there are the ones when you just lie back and want to go back to the warm cocoon of comfort.

Where are you today or is it tonight that you are reading it?

What bottles up those thoughts, that voice.. Why are there draft after drafts waiting to be published?

Is it that you have grown up feel that your thoughts are not for everyone to know?

Or is it that you have grown up and you are now not as courageously carefree as you once were?

Don't grow old worrying about the problems.

Let the wrinkles come because you laughed too much and too hard