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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Comments

I know exactly how you feel…..well written. Cheers

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really befitting the kinda lives we’re living

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