It’s one of those days. I find it extremely difficult to sleep. My mind’s distracted and confused. I think about the new year, and in the year gone by ….
I’m definitely not hungry, or too full.
I’m not sad, nor elated, neither angry, but amused
I do not have any idea, nor am I stuck.
The music plays in background, as rhymes get struck
Of things that I yearn of, I don’t have a track!
I feel that I have gone, or am I back?
If I had a wish, granted to come true
will I go back in time, or will I get a clue?
I’ve spoken my heart out, yet I have much more to say,
The child’s smile, and his naughty ways
His unfaltering focus, his wavering mind
gives me hope, makes the world seem kind.
I feel vulnerable, but pretend to be secure!
I laugh at myself, when I thought I was sure.
I’m a boy, I am a man
I think, therefore … I am.
Dedicated to all people, who have written in the past, and for some reason, now (work, mostly) are too busy to share the joy I (and I’m sure others) experience when I read their blogs. People, who haven’t blogged from over a month. Miss you.