Sunday Evening Blues Poem by Paul Latham

Same old rooms, day after day,
Nothing seems to change at pace, except my mindset for the day.
Nothing happens blatant or apparent,
Just me, same old me, sitting here tapping.

Tapping my thoughts as the moments pass,
Nothing happens, time just flying past.

Passing moments just flying by, ideas inspired by body and mind.
Nothing happens still, just me alone not mad or ill.

Alone I sit, but I feel so alive, I’m not alone at all, I have my body and mind.

And still time goes by, nothing strange, weird or divine,
As time continues to pass me by.

As I contemplate my day, I feel joy and glee, how I wish it would stay.
But stay it will, it exists within; time will pass its never ill.

Time goes by,
Time flying by,
Time for work and nothing is fine.