Discipline seriously lacking.
Intellectual yet unwise.
Resources not invested but wasted.
Poor in soul, Rich in guilt.
Ways many to add life into years. yet chosen meaningless one.
Well known path, Destination doom
Yet with my footprints fresh upon the dirt.
Well timed jolt out of hallucination. And the heart woken so weary and heavy.
Photo:Mr Messy
“Slow down, relax!
Do you want to die young?”
My mother admonishes me.
It’s easier said than done.
I rush and dance round
like Ginger Rogers on speed,
panicked and usually late.
Then one evening last week
when on my way home
a duck stepped out in the road.
I stopped my car,
placed it in ‘park’,
and studied his leisurely stroll.
Waddle, waddle, waddle…
Hmmmm…..
It occurred to me that
the ambling duck seemed a lot
like a kid on Spring Break…
He eats when he wants,
swims until dark,
and sleeps as he’s
warmed by the sun.
So I’ve made a vow
to live more like that duck…
To halt all the madness,
to savor each day,
and make the darned world
wait on me.
Damm… i have complicate my life once again.
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