sigh

swelling head of responsibilities
headaches and stress
seeing through with clarity the end game
the fog for getting there
if driving had no curves or stops
things would be perfect
if the stories were all written
up in that secluded cabin in the woods
i heard things would be great as an adult
why did i listen to my child's inner voice
convoluted perfections aren't easy
but delusions of grandeur are
yet when will i arrive
and how will i know ive obtain
sanity is ify these days
yet i smile on all the same

~ David Delane Snow.