The rays of the late-afternoon <br />sun are playing <br />cat-and-mouse with my <br />fingers on the keyboard… <br />darting to-and-fro as <br />the blinds move in the breeze, <br />putting little spotlights <br />on my veins <br />and the wrinkles around my knuckles <br /> <br />How can my hands look so old <br />when my heart is still so young? - <br />my fingers typing as fast as they can <br />as fast as they can - <br />following my racing mind, <br />not catching up <br />giving up… <br />allowing my mind to break away - <br />out the window, <br />chasing the rays <br />playing its own game of cat-and-mouse <br />with life itself.<br /><br />YURI DURAAN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/late-afternoon-musings/
