Time’s flying, hours fleeting, seconds fading. Desperately clinging on to every last tick of the clock, lest the day goes by and I feel like it is wasted on me again. The spirit is yelling.
Alpha Centauri shining bright in the sky, I sit and wonder what the future holds. Sadly, it escapes me till a time when the future becomes the present and I in the moment. The sun rears its head.
Peeping through a key hole, curious about what’s on the other side of the door. It could be everything I want or all the things I’m scared to want. There’s a council meeting happening in my head, these voices screaming in hushed tones. The soul’s discuss.
With all the conversations happening, I do hope the heart is listening.