My mom told me not to wait too long

But what if her idea of an idealistic life for me is wrong

Does she see the ship I see – sailing away?

Can she see that the clouds are gray

Not blue or pink

We sail around the subject as we have the last 11 years

I sense her spirit sink

But does she get my fears
I’ll do a lot to please people but not this

I have to be out of the walls, even the ones with stained glass

I can smile and joke when people ask

I feel family gatherings withering

But there are others doing their thing

What if it’s not mine?

Yeah, I know, I’m losing time

But this weekend I played, I ran

And this week I’ll dabble in the marketplace

No, it’s not the dollar I chase

But freedom – and peace

And in this matter it doesn’t require me to please

I can watch the kids on the playground

School buses driving around

I’m not Target-bound

And no better or worse than anyone

I don’t envy them at all

No, I’m having fun

I’ve got my dog and my running and a novel

Maybe my idea of an idealistic life is novel

On my mom’s birthday I went to the pound and got her a puppy

A black and white grand-dog

Maybe I’m lucky, certainly direct

Maybe after all, not one to please

I’m free