Listless Days
I am carried through these listless days
Still frantic and amazed
Crying with awe at every sight
As pink skies fly into the night
Still the world moves quick
And I’m full of hope
My expectations taut
Tight as rope
I’m a tightrope walker
Walking where I please
I feel the adrenaline
Fly through my knees
There are fantastic dreams
That still catch my eye
Although most of my visions
Are programmed, by and by
There are still adulations
To be cried to all above
Although most of life
Is lost in regular push and shove
I want my smile to be a touchstone
A reminder in my mirror’s gaze
That yes! yes, I am living!
Through all these listless days