Unweaving life with iron-coated fingers
unknowingly practising boredom

the day I realize time is non-existent
and there's only ever-present now
is a day to be persistent
and leave all futile and bow

why not to live
when any moment you may die

I do have eyes to see the marvels
I do have ears to hear the laughter
a mind to receive the required
a will to put words to deeds

as the crow flies
as the wind storms
(and you can't grasp them)
a day is given
a morning too (and all these wishes)