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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