a musing by me
spinning like a whirling dervish
days filled from end to end with meaningless nothings
punctuated be moments of vast importance
fleeting years and sluggish days
wishing away our lives
in all the universe we are but a pin prick
under the same moon & stars,
ibs
So
ReplyDeleteTRUE!
So very true.
You were a secret poet all these years!