My mind is a wanderer.
It travels more than I ever will.
If I let my mind go berserk,
It would want to do so many things, all at once, all in one lifetime.
It draws me to dancing, but I am not a dancer.
It propels me to sing, but I am not a singer.
It likes philosophies but It is not the learned one.
It wants me to read all the books there is, and watch all the movies in the world before I turn into ashes.
Sometimes it wants me to be a tech person and sometimes a medical one.
Sometimes a filmmaker and sometimes an astronaut.
Sometimes a cook and other times a drummer.
But, none of these skills are complete and neither am I.
One thing I can vouch for is that I am a writer and writing is my muse.
