Restless

My hands got to keep doing

My mouth got to keep chewing

My mind got to keep thinking

I try, so hard to be in the here and now

To soak in the air, flowers and the conversations

To let go - of this fiddling, chewing, thinking

And when that doesn't happen, which is frequent enough

I learn to soothe myself.

To say it is OK, its just me, that we shall begin again

But something, someone deep inside

Keeps bringing up a complaint, every now and then

That all is not OK - this book, this place, this milk shake.. something, anything.

Sometimes, I manage to say it is OK the way it is

The other times, I float into that world of "not OK"

I am a frequent visitor there

Got my own special VIP pass for the place.