My eyes are drooping ,
& I haven’t had a break
through the day.
A different thing every other second
No time for melancholy
No time for ecstasy
All in an attempt
To be good ,a person ,a relation
To give the best I can ,
& yet feeling whether I truly am.
Entangled in so many threads
Pieced with so many shards
If they’re anything like me
There’s one thing I would like to know
How do they have time
For everything they want
& some ,for just them under the stars
Is what I want to ask?
Being pulled in a million directions
And still being able, to be just at one place.
I ask a lot of questions
And seem more than a little confused
But I think that’s not true
& i believe i know more than you
Who think they have it all figured out????
For alas you don’t realise
Ignorance is bliss
Knowledge the illumination
Curiousty the confusion
Of which chaos is just the beginning