Holding court between these two worlds,

Staring at the day ahead,

It feels great in this new space,

Every time I wonder why I,

Rallying behind this big dream,

I look up and want to make a difference,

Age swirls and looks up seductively,

I try and run but I'm not as fast,

I remember letting loose and taking,

Things slowly and in a safe place,

In the things that move my world,

I know that anxiety and rest are on opposite sides,

This makes it real and true,

I look and see how I've succumbed,

My stomach is rumbling,

My sleep has been erratic,

I'm running out of starter lines,

To make these poems of value to me,