Friday, July 29, 2005

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.

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