Destination,
I am walking there.
I could never settle in this place,
of mundane necessary care.
For myself,
and everyone else,
Maybe if I found myself in a different place,
It would be sound.
It’s so loud, yet calm,
in this heavy rain,
Can I stay inside?
There is no money to chase,
It’s all a lie,
Money will come, at the end of the month,
As long as you did not get into trouble at your work.
Before you worry about getting more,
please become what is more.
Times are changing and it does not sit right with me.
I fill these spaces between time with music.
There are still momentary silence that I used to be comfortable with,
Now it feels like I am not doing enough.
Sure I am, I am waiting for deadlines to come closer,
closer so that I could feel it,
Closer so that I could feel the rush and the need,
of actually doing something.
Time has a control on me,
and I don’t want it to change.