Nameless

Often in the wake of a pleasant day,
I feel myself drifting away,
Into the wilderness I venture,
Searching for what I wonder?
The pull I feel has to have a source,
As I recount the currents of the unsettling force.

Facing minute chores I frown,
How to get through or drown?
How many chose the easier path,
Than rather stay, fight and adapt?

How to fully cherish the now,
When it slips away without a vow,
Joy and sorrow
Is no ones to actually borrow,
Emotions are pretty illusions,
Another shade in the kaledeoscope of notions.

As I twist, turn and scrape for an answer,
My eye catches the tick-tock of the clock upon the drawer,
What I seek is what I can't keep,
Grab onto it but watch it slip away,
Like sand from between my fingers,
Each granule unique, lost forever.

It is of course the fourth dimension,
The very moment is the direction,
Where it leads is the future,
What it leaves is the past,
Treasure it while it lasts.

So when you feel the tug,
Of the restless bug,
Brush it off with a smile,
As it will be dealt with in its mile.

Rubbish

Good was white,wrong was black
This was life an age aback
Shades of gray surround her now
Delusion is her mind's mo

Thoughts are either in the past
Or dreaming of the future unseen
Present goes unnoticed
Slipping out like a thief

When will the eye see whats in front?
Instead of what it hopes or dreads?
The undo button on life
Is a much needed invention

Every day she fights to take control
Of what she let astray
She knows much time is lost
But come what may
Lethargy is too big an enemy to keep at bay

Every moment seems a struggle
Every minute another fight
She takes another step
She knows she treading on thin ice

Now or never
She tells herself again
But she can already feel her resolve fading
She'll stand up someday
Whenever that may
But as of now
The shore seems far far away