Isn’t life becoming all so busy to do what we really like?
The song doesn’t linger into my mind any more
I don’t really get the nerve to get of that door.
The window of my computer screen is always open
With a list of unending work that never lets aperture of my mind reopen.
I smile when I see those children swinging in the park
Some of them hiding behind the rustling tree bark.
I notice myself now so dull and tired
Filled with no energy almost uninspired.
I walk down the lane looking away
For no reason such prices I pay.
Happiness knocks now and then; I fail to listen to it’s whispers
Every morning with the winds through my window; at times it has whiskers.
These windows are shut now because important documents flew out in the air once
Were they really important then, today I have confronts.
We don’t really realise how quick time flies
We don’t wait to see it flow gently with real eyes.
I wish I had more time to do more of something I like
To go out cycling, to be with family, to go and hike.
I wish I had more time now, so I didn’t have to wait for that day
Where I could sing, dance and sway.