searching for life

The eyes see so much to accomplish
the days tasks somehow are not completed
Everything seems so urgent
Travel will happen before long

The itinerary is not yet set
The bags are not yet packed
The interviews are not yet solidified
Everything is so very busy

Fast food seems the rule of the day
Paperwork sits almost untouched
Housework is moving forward
There is always a place at the table

The heart regrets that times change
Big dreams should not displace little things
No one can change the world neglecting his neighbor
Life is how we fill the days

there is a question of the best way to live
How are talents used, how are they wasted?
Is it possible to destroy while seeking success?
What are the risks of approaching life?

This entry was posted in Poetry.

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