Can I create more than myself
And if I can, must I?
Is livelihood (like solitude)
About to pass me by?
At times we associate
With a view – a sight to see
A sense of fatal curfew –
Of our own mortality
Can I build a house to share –
Must I share it once it’s built?
As accidental as a romance
That is driving by me still
Still as can be, in situ –
What situation is
Movement denies my sense of self –
Of soft and supple bliss
Where did she go –
Where is she now?
Is one’s life a curse
To spend it without paying forward –
Could anything be worse
For time will never stay at rest –
It waits for no man – sure, not I
Hasten, hustle, hurry –
Catch up!
Before I die.
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