Here is a short poem I wrote last October.
When will the dreaming cease to be dreaming alone.
When will action spring from these bones.
When will words, now carelessly spoken
Begin to be words that are carefully chosen.
When will my thoughts, lowly and undirected,
Begin to be focused, calm, and collected.
When will my wants give way to my needs.
When will life’s lessons, begin I, to heed.