Bru's Musings

There was a time when she had the heart of a poet
Her soul sang songs and she knew life was hers for the taking
She dreamt dreams of love and laughter and meaningful existence
Of days brimming with passion and creativity,
Of the warmth of sun-kissed shoulders and cool, gentle breezes on starry nights.

Now she knows better; she knows reality.
Her heart no longer sings at all, and she sometimes feels that life is simply a series of movements,
Of waiting for the next Thing to happen, the next Task to be accomplished
She stopped looking for meaning in life and concentrates on being
She bypasses creativity and passion for practicality
And starry nights have given way to nights of exhausted slumber
Her soul no longer sings at all.