Traveling, through life this time,
Never knowing, what next, you will find,
Hoping tomorrow, you will see another day,
Floating in space, many of miles,
Everyone searching, for another friendly smile.
No clue, which, direction or way,
What would be, a normal life today,
Everyone has an opinion, about others to say,
So many choices, to choose from everyday,
Always chasing others, no time alone, to think,
Who are they ,why they are here, today.
Never knowing, when, your ship, will come in,
Always, looking towards, the next bend,
Searching, for honest guidance, no more games to play
What is real, to what is fake,
In this life of give and take,
So many, unforeseen changes, some short lived, others stay.
The original Tom Maxwell / poems 12/14/2025 AD
Philosopher
Dec 14, 2025
Dec 14, 2025 at 5:01 AM UTC
Traveling, through life this time,
Never knowing, what next, you will find,
Hoping tomorrow, you will see another day,
Floating in space, many of miles,
Everyone searching, for another friendly smile.
No clue, which, direction or way,
What would be, a normal life today,
Everyone has an opinion, about others to say,
So many choices, to choose from everyday,
Always chasing others, no time alone, to think,
Who are they ,why they are here, today.
Never knowing, when, your ship, will come in,
Always, looking towards, the next bend,
Searching, for honest guidance, no more games to play
What is real, to what is fake,
In this life of give and take,
So many, unforeseen changes, some short lived, others stay.
The original Tom Maxwell / poems 12/14/2025 AD
Philosopher
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