All is quiet now
I can hear my thoughts
Making conversations
In my head
They ask a lot of “What Ifs”
And “Why Nots”.
Every now and then
The air con noise interrupts
The evening looks promising,
The clouds take their usual evening stroll across the endless sky.
The leaves dance in the wind
And even the stray dogs seem to have a purpose in life.
I sit in the office,
Staring deeply at my computer screen,
Wishing to roam the sky like the clouds,
And dance like the leaves in the wind.
My mind roams the earth like a vagabond.
It drifts from place to place,
Begging for adventure,
Longing for new things,
Hoping for new challenges,
Praying for novelty.
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