A race with time
My day begins…
At the sound of the alarm,
As my eyes open…
And my mouth agape…
And my ears start ringing…
As I pounce…
On the alarm,
To shut it down.
My Indian eyes…
Look Chinese,
As they struggle…
In their endeavor…
To stay awake,
It’s 4 A.M.
I glance out…
Of my glass windows,
As the world is still asleep,
Everything around me…
Is so still and unmoving,
That I feel…
I am the only man…
Awake on this earth.
Each day…
Is like day after today,
As deadlines…
Become the order of the day,
It feels…
As if I live today…
To meet tomorrow,
And my past, present and future…
Keep moving…
Like a reel of a film,
And my life goes on…
Running a race with time.
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I know exactly how you feel…..well written. Cheers
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