I stare out the window of my car
This is where I like to think
Parked by the bridge at the park
I can hear the water go by
The birds singing
I see nature all around
In the trees, the grass and flowers
This is where I can concentrate
I ruminate about my future
And where I want to be
Which path to take
If I want to stay
A squirrel goes by in a chatter
As if to tell me, “Trust your instincts.”
Now if I can just figure out
What those instincts are…
