Of Sitting and Staring

YannickM

Sometimes I just sit and stare,

Over here and over there.

Devote myself to thoughts and scene,

Neglecting what would intervene.

 

Heavy all that I’ve in tow,

A part of me, yet great a foe,

Brawling with the vivid mind,

And mine is of a restless kind.

 

But I find, from time to time,

A scenery that’s most sublime.

There I sit, and there I stare,

Over here and over there.

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  • sorenbarrett

    I have had such moments and believe that most people do. Nicely done



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