Talking To Myself
Softly are the footsteps that sneak right passed my door
For no one comes to visit at least to me no more
I’m not that really bothered for I don’t have much to say
And who on earth would listen about a life that’s ebbed away
My time alas is racing towards a final close
And all the things that meant so much
Where did those notions go
Still I’ve got the T V that chats to me all day
With adverts for insurance for when I pass away
But that is in the future by then I will not care
For I’ll have lots to talk too when I am over there…
Pondering
I write in pencil
For I may change my mind
I talk in riddles
So the truth I might find
I look for beauty
Which I cannot see
I’m never quite sure
Of where I’ve just been
Now is it today
And tomorrow too
What can I see?
When I gaze at you
Are you my friend?
Or just my foe
How can I think?
Please let me know
Where are the signs
That I surely should take
What are the things?
That I never should fake
When will my soul
Truly wake up and see
While trapped in this body
It will never be free
Of a million little questions
Thought to Ponder –
Philosophy
Each man creates his own philosophy
By blending events
Each event no matter how small
Sculptures his thinking
No man sees the same event
The same way
Hence differing opinions
Both positive and negative
Make room for all philosophies
PTT
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