Tuesday, January 20, 2009
The Depleting Water In The Well
A page so cold
A pen so light
A soul so dark
And a thought too bright
A recipe for expression
Each an important ingredient
Only with the right tools
And a mind so obedient
Could words of such caliber
Ever be born
But as the tools wear down
So does the soul get torn
Each verse seems to contain
Some piece of my mind
But they aren’t endless
As they become harder to find
I can only wonder
When I might run out
And what I will be then
When I have nothing to write about
So I count each verse
I count each line
I count each word
And watch for some sign
A sign of the end
When the well runs dry
A sign that finally
I can say goodbye.
ps: you won't miss the water, till the well runs dry.. but then again, i just remembered.. who needs the well when there's always the vending machine.. hmmm.. maybe you'll only miss the well again when you run out of coins. but then again, you forgot, the well has already gone dry... and no tears you shed will fill it up again back to its brim.. it just won't be the same.
Note To Self:
hmmm.. today was none the better..
let it go, zakaria.. let it go.
her life, her say.
reminisced;
- 10:23 PM