Along an endless timeline of days
our lives are based upon,
and though, unknowingly, we stray into and beyond
and into,
the days,
never cease to remain it seems
caught up in the action of endless days
life appears hazily, and unclear,
and in the action I praise the question--
"Since we appear to continually remain,
what shall come to be?
in the future?"
Only more action perhaps?
Action of endless days?
And monotenous action it is--
It appears to be monotenous, continual
action of endless days,
inside them. |
Submission Name: Endless Days
