November 8th

too much time on my own

too much time to think

need to be led and shown

to find the next life link

too much time on my hands

too much time to wonder

too much time to make plans

as through my thoughts I plunder

too much time by myself

I've become a thought collator

things placed on 'to do' shelf

In the folder marked 'a bit later'

too much time to dwell

too much time to remember

too many stories to retell

to help me become a contender

too many doubts in my head

too many reasons why not

I should just get out of bed

make the most of the time I've got

Too many opportunities past

to see how far I've come

it's now my turn at last

to pick up the gauntlet and run