Wednesday, July 29, 2015

A waste of time



Your eyes reflected sadness
As you packed your bags
Packing and unpacking
Travelling used to fun
Exploring was not boring
But now I am snoring
Or perhaps I've died
I wanted to hold you close
You shook your head
Journeys are tedious now
Feeling tired sitting down
When we do arrive
All we want to do
Is come back home
A waste of time
A waste of energy
A waste of you
A waste of me
As I loved you

Image found at www.railgallery.wongm.com

6 comments:

  1. This was like the sensation of coming to a platform on a rickety, tired old train - a stop but not home...home is perhaps home because of the people there...so many wastes but not a single wasted word

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  2. there are so many issues to influence the adventure, health age companionship, but at the end of the day the desire to roost will win out

    have a nice Wednesday

    much love...

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  3. this is so sad in some ways but in some ways not.Change is inevitable what you once loved you may not now.

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  4. I hope I never end up feeling that way as I pack my bags right now.

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  5. Life itself is the journey. May we never grow bored with it!

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  6. travelling is fun but not alone I think

    Bubbles

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