The Nonchalant

I am living a life of the nonchalant,
Though times present exceptions,
Like helter-skelter run arounds,
To remind me of life’s distractions.

I temper my days of avidity,
And lean toward nonchalance,
Like a journey to the never-never,
Exploring soulful renaissance.

I daily dream the nonchalant,
But am here for God to use,
As the bobber that floats in the lake,
I’m but tackle for him to choose.