Monday, January 15, 2007

A Blow, A Whim

A whistle in the wind
A blow, a whim
A childish desire to win
The feelings I have within
Just make me think

And when I am on my own
I start to moan and groan
I live within the bounds of my own world
That I consider life as a net thrown

Into a sea of experience
Of lively yet hard degradings

But I know that this is all an introduction to something wild and wonderful
Something peachy and out of this world
Where I am outwitted by awe-inspiring desires

To live
To cherish
To smell - yet - the scent

This day will come I am sure
No matter, how I may be, sad or deplored
Chances are, it could just happen tomorrow

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

patience is a blessing ... ! : )

Sleepless In Muscat said...

not to mention torture