Sitting in my room,
i stare sharp at sky;
a mountain of dreams
i see, as clouds floating by.
Stars on the backdrop twinkle to me,
as a ray of hope in the darkness i see.
Passerby, moving figures,
are just a waste;
you'll loose your clouds
just by a glimpse in haste.
If lost, you still have time to learn;
next day, next night, your clouds will return..
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 3:16 PM UTC
Sitting in my room,
i stare sharp at sky;
a mountain of dreams
i see, as clouds floating by.
Stars on the backdrop twinkle to me,
as a ray of hope in the darkness i see.
Passerby, moving figures,
are just a waste;
you'll loose your clouds
just by a glimpse in haste.
If lost, you still have time to learn;
next day, next night, your clouds will return..
about the genuine paranoia about getting distracted; I feel at ease when I am distracted, I see new random things, which i may never revisit, but in those lighthearted moments of a distracted mind, is when you are truly at peace, without a worry in the world... just those moments
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