Once upon my dream

twinkle twinkle little star 

maybe they do and maybe they don’t

if you focus

if you look hard.

ufo, airplane or falling star

to make a wish on.

either way

it looks as if it’s moving

circling, rotating, darting.

a sigh.

an anxious foot tapping.

a glance around that results 

in exasperation and an

“i’m going in.”

a way of avoiding the feeling of..

nothing.

usefulness?

uselessness.

more caught up in

than previously thought..

the idea that

who you are (or aren’t) 

doesn’t depend on

what you do or 

what you don’t. 

do. 

what your credentials are.

necessarily.

it is okay.

no one is keeping track.

(i’ve been told more than once lately)

“it’s okay to do nothing!”

you can go a lifetime

(and people do)

without knowing or

trying to find a way to live

and not work

and you do.

you have..

(a way that is..)

of not working.

the freedom to make mistakes.

to trial and error.

to create and to destroy

and to embrace and to enjoy it.

it’s a wonder and an awe

how you got here

from where you came from!

a good family and upbringing..

the story of a teenage girl 

that went wrong and wrong

and wrong again.

and it worked out.

love and an eventual end

were discovered.