Visions Beyond the Clock

One night left beneath the hum of work,
the night shift overtime hours weigh more than they’re worth.
Sleep comes fractured, a currency spent,
yet my soul whispers: this is not where the journey ends.

On the patio Pierre cat wanders outside,
a good cat, a good house, a good city to bide.
Life drifts by soft as a morning breeze,
still I chase balance, still I seek ease.

Clubs and rings rest ready to spin,
each trick a doorway, each failure a win.
Just one more pattern, just one new flow,
step by step, I learn how to grow.

I walk the course, I throw the disc,
par feels simple when the aim is crisp.
Health in the morning, creation by night,
stacking the skills that carry me right.

I dream of land, of festivals bright,
art and music beneath the starlight.
A channel, a canvas, a voice set free,
a family, a future, a legacy.

Yet fear still lingers at the edge of the stage—
Is my story enough? Will it fill the page?
But time is the teacher, ten years have shown:
Colorado is soil where my vision has grown.

So I breathe in deep, and I let it be,
this moment of stillness, this glimpse of me.
Actions will follow, my soul will steer,
toward the dream that waits just beyond fear.