My mind is a jumbled mess of affairs. No one to talk to, nobody cares.
Rules and responsibilities, time and money: These things remind me, hurry please hurry.
When did I last catch my breath; or watch the melting Sun set. When did I last embrace myself; or Got away with a break and yet; I am called out, my every mistake pointed out.
I am given no excuses, responsibility and perfection are my only duties.
Is it my folly that the world around me cares not to enjoy the beauty of life? Money is important, but can we ignore the other greater luxuries of life?
The Sun, the moon, the butterfly; The ant, the grass and birds with wings to fly.
The wind on your back, the night sky up your face, I have forgotten those feelings in this mad race.
Dear God, when will it end? Maybe when I perish and my body joins your earth, will I assimilate all wonders of this birth.
My soul will be free as a bird, dancing in the mud, flying above all this dirt. And I will be relaxed and rejoiced once again.