Day 25:Time weighs heavy on me at odd moments. When I see my life stretch before and behind me and feel, like some opressive cloud, that time is linear, that I will never be in that moment again, and I have wasted it. However, is time well-spent balanced with time wasted? Do we live on a sword-edge of ‘doing’ and ‘idling’? Is balance key to happiness in our linear life? Irony in all it’s forms; only time will tell.
Despite my occasional peace with words;
times when I feel them flow from my fingertips
and form some verse that pleases me –
I find words themselves a mystery.
they swirl around me in a confused haze
and I am stuck, spiked on some
meaningless nonsense of my own making
that whirls ’round my head, that I can neither
sense nor seperate.
English, as a language you can be as beautiful
and elegant as water, but
examined too closely, you inspire confusion
I have changed my spinning mind –
I have no way with words.
Rather, they have their way with me!