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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