Ocean waves crumble, crawl and cede
repeating its cycle in restless motion.
My pen strokes fumble, mumble, tremble
rotating its themes in timeless cycles.
A first film in the writing,
A picture book in the making,
Long cherished dreams are no closer than before
as the routine of a working life
and the daunting tasks of providing for others
take first precedence over feeding my own.
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