Restless Life Poem by Alex Segree

The sun has seen its day now the moon lights the night. Owls hoot and crickets chirp and set the mood for slumber aright. I toss and turn only to discern a restful sleep is not in order for the night. Plagued with thoughts I toss and turn to and fro with no end in sight.

Peace of mind trapped in the passage of time how I long for time to rewind so I might capture this and relate it to all mankind. The moon shines and glimmers off the pond and reflects on my wall like rainfall. I begin to dose off.

I awake to sunlight. The sun has risen to dance on the big blue dance floor once more. Showers of warmth ensue from above most coveted in December up north. My mind begins to wonder as loud as thunder yet contained in my own domain. Even as I am not at rest I am not conscious to the immediate things. I am restless at rest equates to me being a wreck while conscious my mind continues to ramble on like a locomotive without brakes.

Life has no brakes till you breathe your last breath until then your locked in a race to the end.