Early Morning Tidbits
Many times
I am scared to look into my path
Where I am going
Like not going to doctor
Too scared to find out
If any thing is wrong with me.
Then I move downstream
In a river of happenings
Eating, sleeping
And thinking that what I see is real
What I hear is the truth
Not commercials
To entice me to buy something
I don’t really need.
This life
Like a maze
My feet get worn
By walking on the path
Down trodden and bitten
Sweet and boring
Too scared to step on the grass
And wilderness of experience
Then I wonder
When I die
What happens to my
Accumulated past
Does it outlast me
Like the remnant of the big bang?
((*.*))
Imagene
March 9, 2004 |