I have to be there at a time,
The ability to control that flow is not mine.
So Ill just start walking;thinking,'the bus,it'll be here'.
Like the rest of the seasons arriving at their cue,Summer is far,Winter is
near;now Fall?....It'll be here.
When I drove I would cringe at road work,yet another obstruction;&yet
another 'block'.
Depending on where I was to go,constraints of time would fill me full of
fear.
But soon they all will have gone,and as hoped,my creativity....
....It'll be here.
 
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