Each life is a gift, no doubt
Even though mysterious
It's yours to row till the end

Today begins again
And my thoughts wander around as usual
To ponder on the almost invisible things

Today, I wonder what my life is all about
I see it as a straight line not really straight
Perhaps, drawn with a crooked ruler

But there's a constant pattern
Of casual and a normal dose of inquisitiveness
Filled with going and coming

If it's a thing
A large ball will be suitable
Filled with memories - experiences and lessons

And maybe I could see it as a farmland
I till every other day
Hoeing, singing and dancing
Till it's late and I sleep in a farmhouse

But still, the sun comes out
Something might fall off
And I will cease to wander again.

And sometimes
I close my eyes briefly and look out of the window
And I think of life as everything and nothing at once

Thank you for your time.

My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.

Still me,

My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.

Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.