Thursday, January 11, 2018

In The Moment

When I was a child
I remember
While we were riding on a boat
I once asked my mother
How come the trees are moving towards us

In the present day
It takes my whole conscience
 To be able to
Observe the world
Through that point of view

But, doesn't it feel content?
To wander through the days
While enjoying things 
Beyond how it seems

To love your job
So much
You realize how tempting 
The new piles of paper on the desk

To enjoy the long drive home
While realizing
You could dance all day long
To the new song on the radio

To enjoy the late night shift
While observing
The lights comes from
The over populated buildings

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