Testing, Testing, One, Two, Three

"Is this thing on?" I ask the air,

as words appear on paper there.

My fingers type, the words flow out.

My mind does rush, my heart does shout.

I know not really what to do,

but prose calls out to me and you.

Though hectic life and busy days

have caused a falter in my ways.

My New Year's goals have faded past--

so much for plans. They did not last.

I must slow down and try to breathe,

but something urges me to leave.

Nevertheless, I'll stay and be.

Testing, testing, one, two, three.