Be. By C.p. Singleton (c) 2013
There’s a thing that keeps
Me moving.
There’s a fear that bangs
The gong.
It pushes me to keep
Improving.
Learning from the things that
I do wrong.
I mustn’t end my natural
Breathing
With a mind swimming
With regret
I have to carry on
Believing
That nothing in my stone
Is set.
A positive attitude is ok
To a degree,
So is patience to sit
And wait,
But only I can really
Be
Before giving in to
Fate.