It's 4 AM
Who am I kidding?
So much for
A restful night sleeping
The wheels go round and round
Inside my mind
Aimless thoughts
On the race track of time
Where I’m going
And where I’ve been
The future and past
Shadows of when
As seconds tick by
I contemplate my being
And who belongs to
The thoughts I’m keeping
Upon the scale of life
Weighing the years
Under the microscope
A wide range of fears
Why is it
I’m never satisfied
Mediocre results
No matter how hard I tried
Is this the existence?
I was meant to live
Is there not more?
More of me to give
Somewhere the conveyor of life
Will deliver me to
My final resting place
My destination so true
And when I get there
Maybe then I’ll understand
Why I’m studying
The man I am
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Good write AP.
We dunno what we want:
In Summer: gets light too quick - can't sleep as it doesn't seem like night-time.
In Winter: gets light too late - don't like dark mornings!
I will see and listen to the clip when I got a spare 8 hours!
Orchi, you don't have to spend all 8 hours watching the video. But you might if KP is with you.
Thanks AP. I think I will see all the video, as KP is not going out today! lol.
Well you are not there yet and there is still so much to do before you (and I) reach that final resting place. Each new day is so special in our lives.
Andy
Yes Andy, I'm enjoying each new day also. Some of what I post are ramblings from a few years ago. I have a few more recent poems you'll see soon. Thanks for the read and comments.
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