In the middle of a cold winter
Do you look for
The coolness of the sheets
As you get into bed
On a warm summer's day
Do you luxuriate in a cloud
Passing over you head
When you are relaxing at home
After a long tiring journey made
Do you wish for the journey to begin again
Is this a paradox of purpose we find in our minds
Or is it part of a process of clarifying things in our timeline.
© Paul Warren Poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As you have so expertly demonstrated, life is one big paradox .- we are born only to die. Reading your thought provoking poem when I know I should be trying to go to sleep is the paradox in purpose I'm facing right now. One I like.