A flap of the wings
causes chaos from afar
yet calms what is near.
A flap of the wings
causes chaos from afar
yet calms what is near.
Tick tock, it counts down.
Time always offers a hand,
not a helping one.
Painfully adept
at figuring out the end,
I forgot the start.
Whiskers are twitching
as you sweetly dream of mice;
The mice disagree.
Possibilities
grow exponentially with
every book consumed.
The only journey
to complete before death is
one to find yourself.
Waiting for sunrise
is simply a way to say
you tire of sunsets.
Procrastination
is just Nature’s clever way
of saying slow down.
Time can play cruel tricks
on the weak and heavy mind;
trust your heart instead.
Memories are clouds
often pouring endless rain
to wash away pain.