It should be easy to go carefree into the midst of things; <br />But somehow the habit of worrying takes over command, <br />And all one can do is to watch it happen once more, <br />The killing of impulse by routine, the eddying of thought, <br />The resignation to utterly trivial things, <br />The shredding of our sense of coherence. <br /> <br /> <br />What does it matter in the short run or the long run? <br />What can be simply said is not always asking to be said. <br />There is a gap between words, any words; impulses <br />Ordinarily splutter, sputter, connections are implicit, <br />But seldom come in molecular chains, ready linked. <br />One must find connections by a sense of links.<br /><br />Ananta Madhavan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gap-between-words/
