My mind tends to churn,
inside the light of tomorrow.
The midnight oil will burn,
falls asleep with a brow furrow
When time will drag for one,
is timeless to another.
if time controls our thinking,
reactions are a bother...
If one enjoys the present,
time is not an obstruct
You'll feel a loving presence,
after all, time is a human construct...
Picture by me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem