Some last longer than others
These silly hobbies of mine
But not one seems to live on
All only there to keep from whine

A ball of yarn
A book of sign
Art supplies and more
but none really seem to shine

Art projects
learning new languages
all these material objects
distracts me from the anguish

The dipping
The dying
The writing
The creating

It takes away the harshest of fears
and makes it easy to be with those I love so dear
It makes every thing a bit clear
and makes my problems seem so mere

But none of it sticks
and none of it stays
my interest in all
is not just delayed

All is temporary
These silly interests of mine
Melting crayons, or knitting beanies
*or thinking it will all be fine