Wednesday, 3 February 2010
an awful attempt at poetry.
a problem with time.
why does everything seem to pass so fast?
yet nothing is just fine.
why can't things be as they used to?
why can't they stay the same?
i just want to do my work.
and i want to remain sane.
why am i talking in poem?
am i going crazy?
i'm not even in alit.
i must be getting too busy.
this business is killing me.
oh and did you notice that?
busy-ness and business.
they're exactly the same shit.
why do i bother doing this?
am i really that bored?
or is it because i'm just crazy.
and don't want to do any work.
i know my poem might not be much,
but at least i've tried my best.
it may not always rhyme as well,
but it's off my chest at last.
and now i have to say goodbye,
till the next day i feel the need,
to come back here and share about,
my daily problematic sheep.
(why sheep? because i couldn't find things to rhyme.)
- left behind at 20:42
