I wonder so often,

“Am I there yet?”

And ponder much further

Just what I’ll regret.

Right here or just there,

It does not matter.

It’s out there somewhere,

Outside of the chatter.

It’s cold out here,

The wind is strong.

It tells me my words

Will always be wrong.

If only- if I,

Could sing it in a song

The notes would be right

And my voice would live on