Living, working, doing, each day new, yet still the same.
Thoughts of yesterdays, yet gently gazing into my tomorrows.
All of life's questions passing though my mind.
Is this my living to be, or shall I change it someway?
Will love ever step foot on my door-step
Shall I keep doing as this till I die.
Running thoughts, with no real answers, lost in feelings.
Count-less waste of energies put forth.
Always ending my day,,,in its never changing way.
Pack-up and move to a place far from here.
Where its warm and the sun, gives my soul some light.
Searching my heart as to what might be a better tomorrow.
Never thinking enough to know thats what I must do.
Just enough emptiness to take-up the extra thoughts.
Never really going forward, as my clock hands keep falling back.
What to do,or do nothing, stay as this way, or go explore.
I know I can do, whatever I have ever dreamed.
Yet now in my mind, alone the dreams have faded.
No great expectations, no great loss to absorb.
Just my inner wheels spinning, around, and around.
Life use to have more substance, when I felt my goals ahead.
Now its just so simple to think, PRAY and bow my head.
GOD has driven me to me, now I am free to do all I want.
With only having one real passion, yet that I have no control.
To have love shared with one forever, for whatever we have left.
So I think, and pass my time, not knowing where to be.
Shall I leave and try a new, or stay here and fade away.
Wheels turning, mind in a maze, day dreams and gaze.
Just one life like so many here and there.
Always wanting, looking, thinking we need more.
GOD designed us in this way, so we have a will to be.
Yet here lately, my will is so tired of searching,
I just want to hide away, staying here like this,
knowing its my life, but small tiny fibers of what could really be
making me think more and more, I should ignite, and confirm.
Then at days end, I find my self here again.
My wheels turning, my heart yearning, all for what I can't control
Settling for just being here, as my clock hands tick back again.
I have a great spirit, I have the will to do.
yet, nothing can change what will or will not happen,
if we haven't got a clue.
We just plan our dinners as for one, this is so complete.
No-one to sparkle, that romance in my brain.
Nothing solid to turn to, but my on gain.
That has past, long ago, so now I am just a bore.
wearing my clown suit and drawing the crowds.
making sad faces smile and big heart grin.
as I buried my heart to keep it safe.
never wanting for it to hurt another, or break it in to.
so I float through time and worries, with nothing much to do.
Yet each day, I remember, all I thought of before.
to keep this circle going around, as life and me are bound.

...Keep your heart and soul open to love always...She will find you when you least expect it...Loved your write...

Thank YOU Aingel,,,,you Angel!!

I use to just kill posts now I kill poems and writes,wink,lol

your smart and funny, better watch you back someone just might find you. Great write!!!

nice write well thought out

Thank you for YOUR nice words,,,,
YOU make this read better now,,,wink,

And you,,,, make me blush

Thank you so much for saying that,,,,,,


and pssssssst,,,the checks in the mail like we agreed,wink,,,lol




YOUR a SWEETHEART!!!!!! for YOU!!!!!