An unsettling thought and my chaotic laptop
Ideas all cramped in.
Wanting to explode from the crackpot
The linear career graphs on the inside
Colliding against the elliptical aspirations
Quiet a handful, were waiting to be tried
Alongside a multitude of ambitions
Retrieving data on skills learnt and unlearnt
Entangled between those strings, left unburnt
And like that pendulum on the wall
I kept swinging, never knowing I could fall
Until the fall was the only FAIR-WELL
And I at last, had all the peace to tell
To be picked up or may be dumped this time
As the needles struck Half past Nine,
And the dinner was laid with a cheery jibe
Like that mildew in the sun, I missed it's vibe
For those around, represented another Tribe
Of Machines, Material or Cars, they describe
As I walk up and retire to my Room
My clumsy corner with books and gloom
The desire of not making-it-too-SOON
As the Sun was making it's way to MOON.
Not knowing what are the parallels that I could draw,
Between the glowing dusk and a dawn that was raw.
Between the 'Thrill of Living' and that 'Standalone Death'
If I should keep on holding or just let go off my BREATH?
