The candles mimic the Sun, As the incense fume think they're the Wind. I lay on the floor watching the shadows dance. Canned music replaces the Bird's song. "What am I doing here?" I ask. "Theres a big wide world to explore." "Unseen vision, unheard songs, an emotions yet to be felt." I think about all there is to see and do. The mind races. And I go outside.
Reason for writing:
If your reading this poem, your wasting time on the computer. Sign off, go Outside and make the most out of Life.
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