A Few Little Jots
"There is no such thing as an ordinary life." - L. M. Montgomery I was exploring the recesses of my google docs files, and I came across these little ditties. They are not too old, but they were slightly better than I remember. The Blur of Time I had a thought. Time is just going by How strange What Happened? What Changed? A moment is simply a moment. But is it? Or is it a blur? I tend to not decide. It is what it is. How much is imaginary? How much is real? What is there to see? What is there to feel? Mechanical? Or not? Life passes by. Just a dream, But not a lie. In truth, be there some, It is the ticking of a clock. Whose clock? That is the question. Rather, a decision. The consensus being that one ought to choose. For himself, for his thoughts. Let them brink on reality. Let not the reality be too defined. Let his thoughts float away- away. Some have called it freedom. Some have called it insan...