Dear Mojo, please come out of your hiding place. I promise to be more attentive and not getting sidetracked by life.
My mojo’s gone missing,
I wonder where she’s been,
Spending my time looking,
But she’s nowhere to be seen.
She loves hiding in my car,
Cruising happily on the highway,
Doesn’t matter near or far,
We enjoy each other anyway.
Hopefully she’ll come back soon,
I’m missing her very much,
She lights the darkness like the moon,
My life is dull without her touch.
When there’s nothing much going on, the brain tends to wander off. Giving lots of time for longings.
I have this little craving
That comes in a box of Roses
To pop each one and munching
Zero care for the impact it poses.
I have this tiny longing
For a South Korea holiday
Seoul- Busan- Jeju island hopping
Promising good times all the way.
I have an itsy bitsy yearning
For Longchamp totes collection
Solid hues would be a go-to thing
While cherry blossoms are my obsession.
I have a wee bit hankering
Soul searching on a mountain retreat
Hiking, meditating, sleeping and writing
But wifi free can be a real huge feat.
I have this strong wanting
A cuppa hot mocha with cream
Forget the calories counting
Letting lose in this sugary dream.
I have a lingering thought
And it got to stop now
It truly really ought
To stop this stomach growl.