Between soundly awake yawning wide asleep,
Ideas float past like a ship in a storm,
unaccounted rows of sheep dejected forlorn.
Concepts dissolve mind struggles to conceive,
Persevere we must , rest we struggle to achieve.
"annihilate don’t procrastinate" chants through the mind
driven forward for solace, sleeps elusive summit to find.
The oppressive air is now sparse very thin,
the night reaps closer prospects appear grim.
A new day emerges beyond night’s swirling storm.
Thoughts, the mindset every decision seems torn.
The pasts future challenges opportunities missed.
One foot must simply pass the next, as we plod headlong into the abyss.
QJD : 09 / 2006. - COPYRIGHT
