Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

The Zephyr


Excited, expectant
And
Countless halts
Before the
Full length mirror
To look
Pretty.
Zillions of zappy moments
Spent in a
Zealous pursuit
Of finding
Success.
Printing
Mini statements
From the ATM
Needlessly
And
Checking them
Over and over again
To account
For
Every single penny
Spent.
Racing against
The clock
And
Work
Consuming
Nights and shifts
And
Weekends too.
Somewhere
In the middle
Of all this
Quandary,
This
Trivia,
You walk
Out
And feel
The zephyr,
You hear
Of
People retiring,
People joining,
People falling sick
And dying
And
It seems
So
Inconsequential.
All this
Running around
In business suits.


11 comments:

Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.