MY OBSESSIONS (POEM)

 My obsessions, they are many

I think of them often, and plenty

They keep me up late, and awake early

And make me feel like I'm stuck in a rut, so meekly

My obsessions, they are strange

The things I think of, they do not change

I'm obsessed with the stars, and the moon

I'm obsessed with the sun, and the afternoon

My obsessions, they are deep

The things I think of, they never sleep

I'm obsessed with the past, and the future too

I'm obsessed with the present, and what it may do

My obsessions, they are wild

The things I think of, they make me smile

I'm obsessed with the birds, and the bees

I'm obsessed with the trees, and the seas

My obsessions, they are vast

The things I think of, they last and last

I'm obsessed with the clouds, and the sky

I'm obsessed with the rain, and the why

My obsessions, they are true

The things I think of, they come from me and you

I'm obsessed with the stories, and secrets untold

I'm obsessed with the secrets, and secrets untold

My obsessions, they are endless

The things I think of, they never end

I'm obsessed with the beauty, and the mystery

I'm obsessed with the questions, and the answers I seek

My obsessions, they are mine

The things I think of, they define

My passions, my dreams, my hopes and fears

My obsessions, they are my own, and they are here.