Minute's come and gone
As the wind outside
Time wears on and on
In this life
Where we are too busy
And boredom takes control of our senses
We do not listen
We do not hear
We do not think
Barely have room to feel
Time wears on and on
In this life
Where minutes come and go
Like the wind rustling the leaves outside
Why write this blog
- P
- It is a way of giving my other self, my unconscious and perhaps artistic self, a way of expressing itself, and thereby helping me working things out. It is somewhat cathartic in a positive way. :)
13 December, 2011
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