Stream of Consciousness #1

A day passes with questions and doubts
But no certainty as to their worth.

One may suggest a state of unbalance
Between the personal and others
Yet fail to see
The fissure between the right and wrong (simplistic).

All would amount
To a hill so far.


Amiability and decency
Are two peculiar twins:
Same in a moment,
Opposite in another.

Quite observable, especially during intermissions.


Am I simply missing out too much?
A matter of days to spare?
A matter of prudence?
A matter of dare?
At the mercy of circumstances and optimism?


All that's serious lies inside
Like the occasional light
between the quiet clouds
Floating heavily above my head.

They say that it will rain tomorrow.

I sit near a window
With a shard of thought:
Too trivial to embrace, too serious to neglect


And another day gone.