I’m the poetry, haunting your crazed mind;
I am the one, the one of no discovered kind!
I am the dream, floating on the mist,
Of a subconscious spirit-like state;
I am the adrenalin in me, intoxicated by life,
Now and then, I just stop to rest my weight.
Time, like the dimension it is, expands vast,
Never staggering, while adding to our existence
Alongside, oozing out life, as it keeps flowing by;
And each falling grain in my time-glass
Surrenders to the sand below, without resistance.
Written on: 02-11-2011