This is living
And not just pretending again
But real living with manners and photos and the right shoes
I may have to stop occasionally
To look at shapes in the clouds
And heaven help me if all I see is mist
When there’s so much more

But for now I’ll keep moving
Toward the end of today
When I can lay my head on my pillow
And know I’m sane and adjusted enough

Making conversation never seemed so grand
And settling in is sometimes just settling
But you may just have to give a little
To find more

Treading water with other throngs
Wanting to break out once in awhile is nothing new
But to me is everything
So to keep moving forward and not alone
Is hedging some expectation and promise
And winging it forward and closing eyes shut
And hoping for the best.