lifetime

Posted on | April 16, 2008 | 1 Comment

i,sometimes,

get tired of my own story,

of seeing in me,a tired pilgrim,

wandering,

aimless and emotionless,

trying to look beyond the stars with myopic eyes,

i get tired of seeing a black vaccum.

sometimes,i feel,like-

i have been looking for a future,

in the dazed half-dream of a sleepy eye,

aimless and emotionless,

unknowing of what i seek,

and unheeding of what i get,

grasping desperately at mere moments,

and letting lifetimes slip by,uncared for.

i,sometimes-

get tired of living..

how can 30 seconds last longer than thirty lifetimes? 79days,22hours and 25 minutes,and it still refuses to go…

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