A million things to do...
so many voices to listen to
yet the minutes are so few
that quench the life out of you
Looking out of the window chasing a dream
unaware if the next phone-call's worth d steam
eyes bloodshot peer through the frame
committed to authenticity as their true game
The sun rises on the horizon afar
I draw encouragement from this benevolent star
1 comment:
nice....i like this....you always where the poet eh ;p
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