where does it
go
the time
seems like it
used to crawl
now I lose
track
of the days
and memories
are like stories
someone once told
I’m not even
certain
I’ve not written
this poem
before
(D James)
where does it
go
the time
seems like it
used to crawl
now I lose
track
of the days
and memories
are like stories
someone once told
I’m not even
certain
I’ve not written
this poem
before
(D James)
how much time
do we waste
thinking of the things
we’re not doing
the shoulds
the can’ts
the don’t want tos
the don’t have time
or money for
how much energy
is spent
on thoughts and worries
of that
which exists only
in our minds
how far
from reality
can we go
and still be consideredÂ
rational
doesn’t it depend
on whose reality
we measure from
if life
is primarily
the stories we tell
then what kind
do you want
to make up
(D. James)