Simple 
Yet complicated 
Chaotic even I must confess 
Though I make strides to move forward 
I still seem to fall behind 
And I can't blame it all on life 
Sometimes it's the contents of my mind 
So I wrestle with my demons 
challenge my fears 
Yet still sometimes I wake from my dreams in a puddle of tears 
But I'm not giving up 
I've got more courage than that 
And upon rising each day 
I often softly say 
To no one in particular 
That though I've seen much strife 
........This is my life 

Busy 
yet restless 
some times life is a bit too much 
Though I try to smooth things out 
I still feel overwhelmed 
and I can't blame it all on life 
Sometimes it's the plans I dream about 
So I scurry to organize 
change my plan 
Yet I sit exhausted, pen in my hand 
But I'm not letting go 
I've got too much pride in myself 
and upon the beginning of each day 
I often reaffirm to say 
To myself and whoever's listening 
That though change can cut like a knife 
.....This is my life