zzz.
Swift channel of flowing Light
weave Time's fabric
into the core of my soul.
Etch deeply the memories
Good and Bad,
into a pure remembrance
of a single entity,
me.
To be content is a blessing from God, away from the bitter strife in the many battlefields of a war called Life.
Short, intense and brief
will it end in grief?
Poor parents, work and sleep, that's all they ever do. Then I look at myself, and say the same thing. So this is growing up huh.. pathetic.