Tick tock, fridge hums low
Heater kicks in, warmth spreads slow
Cars rush in the night

The most beautiful sea:
                   hasn't been crossed yet.
The most beautiful child:
                   hasn't grown up yet.
Our most beautiful days:
                   we haven't seen yet.
And the most beautiful words I wanted to tell you
                   I haven't said yet...
                                --- Nazim Hikmet

Violent flash of lightning
Raging river
Thunderous clap
Sky weaping
Burst of wind
Trees rustling
Not a stray in sight

What is life? What is reality? Is this a start of song?
Are we living in oblivity (is this a word? it makes perfect sense)

Why are there so many question?
Too little time, too many books. Don't really want to read them all, do I (most of them are boring :D)?

Should any of it make sense, maybe it doesn't? Is that really hard to fathom and comprehend.
This give me no joy, happiness might be fleeting, only inner peace is a guarantee.
Though I wouldn't know, I am not trying to make sense here.

Enough of rambling, lets start rhyming.
The bread is baking
The sea is quaking
I am not punctuating, or am I?
I aint I dont mind
Mind is a palace
cold cold cold so so cold
lets go

Slow and steady, anticipation rising
Reaching the peak, crest before the dive, speed a bit halting
Then it comes, the fall
Speed and thrill jumps exponentially, a heart's quick leap
I can feel the wind, blood coursing through my veins
Eyes wide, widest they ever been
Smile on the face, widest it ever been
Few moments more, the frission has almost left
Smile still stays, leaving pleasantly, a memory evergreen

Nothing to feel, forever at rest, but a vessel still aware
A crooked fate, to be wished on no ones plate
A grim tale, that even Death would take pity