When I am about pondering
Gazing up at the sky
Wide awake, rays of sunshine come through
the stained window
Like a faded distant memory
Searching for its existence
Floating into eyes
a dream comes, looking for threads
to stitch meaning out of everything in life
There may be none, I wonder?
Nothing to make sense about
In the whole of life.
Just a few moments to cherish
And go down in the cycle of time
Still walking not knowing the
reason for holding on
Maybe it's all an act of letting go,
That I was never told before...
