Let the times
Pass through

That's all one can do
1 p.m
It will turn to 2
And then 3, and then 4

Life can sometimes
Be a bore

Looks like
I will be going to
Bed alone again

At least I have my pillow
I said with a grin

And thankful to
Have food too

When food runs out
There will be nothing
We can do

Except meditate
Underneath
The shade of tree

Until the hunger overcomes me
WIth no food
The body dies

I enjoy looking
Up at the sky