I am not a poet, but sometimes..



I wake Up In the Morning.


Life is complex.


Or is it?



At times, 

I smile.

Why do I love sunrises and sunsets?


At times, 

I live for a dog and a cat.

Why can they love without conditions?


At times, 

I live for my mother.

Why do I feel lucky?


At times, 

I wonder.

Why don’t I live more for me?


At times, 

I stress, for me.

How long will I live?


At times, 

I stress for mankind.

Where is the kindness, I believed in?




At times, 

Up early, 4am.

Why do I love solitude in chaos?


At times, 

I wonder.. 

Are we all narcissistic?


At times, 

I cry..

Why is progress fleeting?


At times 

I scream..

Why won’t I give up on the ideal of goodness of mankind?


At times, 

I ponder.

How to make peace in chaos?


At times, 

I sigh!

Why is arrogance a human trait?


At times, 

I wonder.

If computers do more harm than good?


At times, 

I look out on the ocean.

Why do I like feeling small in a vast world?


At times… 

I feel stress, anxiousness.

Why do the dog and cat know when to comfort me?


And yet, I am a lucky man, with time!

















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