Something i see and write about.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
ride of life
Everyday I am on a ride.
To the office, at my desk, I sit behind.
Do my work, eat my lunch, I play blind,
See nothing, even the world is wide.
From morning, and here come the night,
then day runs in cycle again when the sun rises.
Wonder when I will be wise,
Jump out of the cycle, cycle of life.
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