turning slowly round and round I go treading water in the sea of status quo forward backward where to go the simple truth I just don’t know but a voice, deep inside of me growls don’t give up, there’s more to be I sigh and paddle, straight and true into a world forever blue perhaps I’ll meet something, someone new maybe even you tio stib
Travels with Tio 
Sounds good, Tio. There’s always more to be and do, of course, until there isn’t any more. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks for stopping by.
the sea of status quo… I think we all live with the hope that something will shake it up and make it all worth it. Great poem, TioStib.
Thank you.
Brother used to say “someday, somehow” a lot.
And hope pulls us onward.