I write poems after hearing songs…
How many rules can you bend before seeking shelter against the wind,
How many hurricanes and storms can inflict its pain upon you and your umbrella before both break within the pouring rain?
How many tumultuous waves can you continue to ride as you continue to ignore the problems which never seem to ever subside?
When was the last time you checked your soul? Will it become too late as you come to realize you are becoming old?
Procrastination can become an endless game of improvisation which inevitably ends up in desperation,
A burning candle’s flame, a life of indecision can drive one insane,
There are too many days and years which quickly pass by, content to exist within with those empty and meaningless sighs, my how time flies when the soul withers and eventually dies…..
How many hurricanes and storms can inflict its pain upon you and your umbrella before both break within the pouring rain?
How many tumultuous waves can you continue to ride as you continue to ignore the problems which never seem to ever subside?
When was the last time you checked your soul? Will it become too late as you come to realize you are becoming old?
Procrastination can become an endless game of improvisation which inevitably ends up in desperation,
A burning candle’s flame, a life of indecision can drive one insane,
There are too many days and years which quickly pass by, content to exist within with those empty and meaningless sighs, my how time flies when the soul withers and eventually dies…..
56-60, M
