I have leaped, jumped
And stretched to my limit.
Still I find myself empty.
I have strived to pace with the world around me.
And lost my rhythm my body yearns to find.
I have learnt learnt and burnt for a living.
I have lost the tune my minds reminds me to sing.
With a stomach full of food a dog makes peace with himself.
Why do I need the higher to just sit with myself?
I deny myself of peaceful solitude to justify my distraction I hold on too.
Time ticks away like hand in your hand.
Waking up to another morning to grind.
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