It happens often enough
that I sit,
sitting idle and thinking,
thinking about now and then,
thinking to what to do
and what to leave.
I usually end up deciding to do away with writing
and even worse to even read something written.
Then I always look back
to know if ever I was good in past?
Was it worth for what I paid in my time..
and I ever found ‘yes 'twas’
That’s how I did it all -
putting together the collected twigs, dried branches, leaves and pebble
Perhaps it doesn't look fancy from far,
but yet, it’s enough in to dwell.
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 3:29 PM UTC
It happens often enough
that I sit,
sitting idle and thinking,
thinking about now and then,
thinking to what to do
and what to leave.
I usually end up deciding to do away with writing
and even worse to even read something written.
Then I always look back
to know if ever I was good in past?
Was it worth for what I paid in my time..
and I ever found ‘yes 'twas’
That’s how I did it all -
putting together the collected twigs, dried branches, leaves and pebble
Perhaps it doesn't look fancy from far,
but yet, it’s enough in to dwell.
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