How I long for the days I do,
Like the early, lovely morning dew,
The warmth I miss,
Like a sunny winter day bliss,
Of small gestures of happiness.
The buzz of sounds, surround,
The lazy pace, withdrawn.
The easy rhythm, once
Wondrously driven,
Now hijacked by the
worldly heavens.
Its clear to see, like a starry sky,
Its clear to me, that the stakes are high.
The tough gets tougher,
The rough only rougher,
The continuity of suffer,
The need of a cover,
But its just day another,
The goals, a little further.
A heavy sigh,
Another morning to night,
Without a thing in sight,
As the world goes by,
I miss my belongingness,
Which once, kept me alive.
