Blink in and out of time.
No grip on reality.
What day is it if not today?
Not a dream do I recall.
Am I awake?
Short of breath never the less.
Could I be asleep?
Blink in and out of time.
Never knowing if I remain awake or at rest.
This poem seems to be about a busy life when we are trying to fit so much into each day I enjoyed reading this. Well done Gary terrific work
This poem seems to me to be a comment on a very busy life and how we get caught up in
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To me this poem speaks of the subconscious...and hints at Descartes and his saying Cogito Ergo Sum/I think therefore I am. The odd subconscious question of am I really alive, or is my non-being alive enough to imagine myself? Nice provoking thoughts flow from this poem, that can be as deep as the reader allows them to be.