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All The Sake Of Thinking.
A steaming cup of coffee in my hand
As I melt into my recliner
Wondering who I am yet again
My eyes wandering into the horizon
Doesn't it bother you
I think to myself as always
At the end of the day
Whom am I trying to impress and
whom am I fighting to prevail?
Is it absolutely necessary
For me to go through these mundane trials
And at the end what becomes of me
And my humbles efforts giving out a glimpse
A glimpse of me belonging...
These thoughts, they consume me
Layers upon layers worse that an onion
Tranquility being a luxury these days
The fear of being left out a problem
I see that my cup is now empty
And I slowly get up to face life (yet again)
I look back; my recliner mocks me
'Perhaps some other time as always...'
© sereena_ writings
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