ADD of the Soul

My toes find their way to tap to the beat
and as I sit,
I stare at this lined page
and wonder
Because, let's face it
I'm not in control
and I'm not going to claim to know
what comes next
and where I'll be the next time you look up

My heart is as restless as my wiggling toes
and my heart might burst
The questions and colors overwhelm me
this pounds in my blood

And I stare at my paints and these hands
and I think about the rhythm of the song I'm singing
(because I'm always singing something)
and I know these lyrics touch my soul
The ache and wonder and wanderlust
It calls and beckons from the road
and I realize this must be what birds with clipped wings feel like