The morning dread gives way to
the afternoon busy rush
we don’t have time to sit too long
in mere existence
The questions we answer often
become more important than
the questions we ask
we have the time but we don’t want
to feel it slip
The morning dread gives way to
the afternoon busy rush
we don’t have time to sit too long
in mere existence
The questions we answer often
become more important than
the questions we ask
we have the time but we don’t want
to feel it slip
Oh, this poem speaks to me. Great job!