Dawn Till Dusk

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Oct 21, 2021 

Dawn till
dusk.
Eyes open,
it begins.
Winding
things up.
Kick start
the engine.
Scurrying
around.
Getting things
done.
Wondering,
trying to
make sense.
Sorting
it out.
Wondering,
how?
Wondering,
why?
Rushing 
around.
Making things
happen.
Following
the script,
the rules.
Jungle,
societal,
no
time to
lose.
No
time to
waste.
Pounding
the
treadmill.
Pounding!
Spinning
the wheel.
Get things
done.
Contemplation,
little time.
Scurrying
around,
making
it happen.
Winding down.
Deep breath.
Dusk
approaches.
Just
over the
hill.
Looking back,
spark of
thought.
Curious.
What was
the point?
No answer.
Doesn’t matter.
Get in the
wheel.
Scurrying
around
getting things
done.
Then sleep.
Eternity’s
dusk.

 

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