I stand filled with restless thoughts
Like the wandering wind…
Looking for a place to stop…
Watching the rain from a speeding car…
Hurtling towards inevitability
With a half burnt cigarette in my lips…
Stripped of all illusions of control…
I stand quiet…Staring blankly outside the window…
The coffee…untouched…cold…dark…
As, I wonder about purpose…
I feel a familiar hand in mine…
I close my eyes…maybe, it’s worth it all
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
There are times when rush fatigues you, but there is always someone beside to give you a bit of peace in the rat race.
Post a Comment