Learning to love the journey

I can sleep as much I need to.
I can take the trains at off-peak times.
I can walk in the park without worrying about deadlines.
I can be who I am.

I can drift inwards onwards and outwards
amble back to where I belong
explore numerous interpretations
of the lines I have drawn.

I can listen to the tit as it wakes me
pecking away at my sill
and enjoy the magic of its beak
being able to demonstrate its will.

Freudian that must be
because I don't know how it arose
Unless there's a dulce et decorum est
hidden in its throes.

The subconscious has a great deal to answer
Questions that drag on for years
As the knowledge of uncertainty
keeps ringing in my ears.