winding down
when the mind is not cluttered
and thinking simply
a specific someone emerges
when the mind is not cluttered
and the first morning light pours in through the shades
thoughts of the end begin to tap you on the shoulder;
a harsh and nagging reminder
of the inevitable troughs
when the mind is not cluttered
and the fun has to stop
I muster up half a smile
thinking of how this moment will feel a month from now
as the fog rolls in
and thinking simply
a specific someone emerges
when the mind is not cluttered
and the first morning light pours in through the shades
thoughts of the end begin to tap you on the shoulder;
a harsh and nagging reminder
of the inevitable troughs
when the mind is not cluttered
and the fun has to stop
I muster up half a smile
thinking of how this moment will feel a month from now
as the fog rolls in
..."as the fog rolls in"...
ReplyDeletewhat if the mind is not cluttered and the fun still goes on..is it possible on this earth?
ReplyDelete