Tip Of My Tongue

There must be more to life than this
Some kind of loving, harmonious bliss.

Free of judgment, condemnation, and suspicion
Staying true to myself, trusting intuition.

Aspirations abounding, spilling, no drought
The nightmare withholding, resistance cries out.

Visions of thrill, peace, and ease
Glimpses of you do my heart seize
Yet thoughts in tandem cannot appease.

Expectations, limitations, pushed to prove
Internally nimble, ready to move.

Striving, contriving through effortful days
Straining for focus through the opinion-thick haze.

Success from the highest of heights to be sung
Sitting.....waiting.....on the tip of my tongue.