These are the days of our lives
Dawn and dusk
Triggered outbursts and sober reflections
Gold and blue or black and white
In the fast lane where expressions have gone mobile
We’re caught up in a sprint
Possessed with trying to possess what we think would satiate our need
I wonder if anyone is awake in this loop or do we willingly go back to sleep
Red pill or blue pill, pick one
Slow down the ride and
Savour the experience
Toothpick a lesson or two while you’re at it.
Kerry O blogs here.
Some time last year, I was running a poem series titled
– ‘These Are The Days of Our Lives‘.
You can read the last entry to this series here.
This is another entry.