hindsight is so clear
would i choose again the path
on which i travel
On being human…
hindsight is so clear
would i choose again the path
on which i travel
you keep showing up
in my dreams, but i don’t want
to see you again
wind whips blond tresses
goosebumps appear on tanned skin
lake’s surface sparkles
fun for the moment
brings a light out from inside
fuzzy head today
no longer listening
monotone sounds escape lips
mind wanders elsewhere
same chair, same time, same
routine, every day the same
what’s the point of it