Musings

Hey me,

Do you like the things you see?

When in the mirror next your face reflects,

Will you look and still be vexed?

When your tasks began to heap,

Will you then find time to sleep?

After dusk has reached its toll,

Will you have achieved your goal?

Will you stay young, as you get old?

In the end, will you have learnt,

That the time was where you weren’t.

Among the things you seek to find,

When you search, will you find the time?

To quiet all the ground you shook,

And to take a second look.

Whenever things seem to slack

You must look up, and not look back.

Me