Past Time

Lesson #5 Rhythming

What am I going to do?
Lost as I am to come through,
Here I must write a poem for you
About my favorite past time without going askew.

Try as I might,
I find it hard to write,
One hobby that keeps me bright,
And that makes my spirit take flight.

I guess if I had to say,
That whisks me away,
Would be writing at a little café,
Where I can let my imagination play.

Here I can be free to be possessed,
What my muse wishes to confess,
Alone here with she,
Never fearing what I am about to express.