Friday, March 13, 2009
If Life Could Be Free
It was a day or a night.
It would be nice to sometimes pamper yourself with wild imagination.
To have a place to wander, thinking about absolutely nothing.
No need to wonder, no need to ponder, no need to consider, no need to figure much in mind.
Just sit by a river, looking back at life itself.
Looking it flow on its own.
Sitting by the growing grass, smelling its scent.
Looking at the clouds making forms of weird shapes, appreciating the moment.
Won't it be nice to be able to stop time, to stop life, to stop the suffering everyday men face.
But those are just an imagination itself.
Life goes on like sun and moon rotates.
On to eternity then will it stop.