some times

looking at my space in the here and now, been working so long, hands stuck on the plow.

Miles and miles away from where I’m trying to be, searching for my patients in an endless sea.

Got to keep going, no chance to stop,spinning back to always my love on top.

The race ,years of running , Now where to begin, i’ll just keep on going on that love ringing in.

The story often told , is this the end, can’t keep a love by my side and rarely a friend .

I will stay in tune and try to see clear, surely there’s a reason I meant to be here.