Life.
Each life is a gift, no doubt
Even though mysterious
It's yours to row till the end
Today begins again
And my thoughts wander around as usual
To ponder on the almost invisible things
Today, I wonder what my life is all about
I see it as a straight line not really straight
Perhaps, drawn with a crooked ruler
But there's a constant pattern
Of casual and a normal dose of inquisitiveness
Filled with going and coming
If it's a thing
A large ball will be suitable
Filled with memories - experiences and lessons
And maybe I could see it as a farmland
I till every other day
Hoeing, singing and dancing
Till it's late and I sleep in a farmhouse
But still, the sun comes out
Something might fall off
And I will cease to wander again.
And sometimes
I close my eyes briefly and look out of the window
And I think of life as everything and nothing at once
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.
We can see only that, what are at our eye range when our eyes are opened but we can see much more when our eyes are closed.
Brilliant. We see a lot even with our eyes closed.
Life patterns seem the same ..yet it becomes cumbersome to make the right decisions on different days. It is indeed full of mysteries, and I have learned to be comfortable in the uncertainties.
Smart one, brother. Being comfortable in the uncertainties.