Period of time

when numbers counting down,

no clock, just infinite,

what’s coming next,

death or perfect life instead,

invisible hand wearing watch,

controlling minute after minute,

what’s in it for us?

In the middle of thoughts,

wondering and wandering,

controlled loneliness and city lights,

mind’s busy, fights after fights,

heights I’m afraid of,

still keep moving up,

worries, I had them enough,

enjoy the journey not the end,

destination is part of process

but joy comes from whole progress.


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