Another Untitled Poem

given how time keeps moving,
not stopping even for a minute second,
with its gait at a constant pace,
going further and further away,
yet, its steps can always be heard,
as if its right there next to you.

Untitled Poem

given all the minutes from a day,
which ones are for sleeping?

with so much to do, so much to read, so much to eat,
what time is left for resting?

eyes pried open, to see all the colors of daylight
change into darkness.

only when it all becomes too overwhelming,
do I dare to dream without sadness.