What seems to be important, <br /> about this day and time, <br /> looses all it's strength by evening, <br /> 'cause as the night descends, <br /> ... all I can think of is the leaving. <br /> <br /> The sphere of my life feels so tiny, <br /> compared to everything as a whole, <br /> an insignificance of feeling like a grain again, <br /> lost in the biggest bowl. <br /> <br /> So much time seeking reasons, <br /> my day ascends toward more decline, <br /> tears, and fears, and too few cheers, <br /> my life to me ; confining. <br /> <br /> My facts and dreams are different, <br /> my duties are encroaching, <br /> a charted course by an outside force, <br /> ... I can feel my clouds approaching. <br /> <br /> What once was so important, <br /> today, I have no doubt, <br /> if given opportunity, <br /> I would rather live without.<br /><br />Barry Van Allen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trudging/
