a journal with poems written on the fly without much ado |
Thoughts Wide and Far No end to the cosmos, the galaxies, the stars or no end to the black holes that could take you on an infinite journey, but you never think of these things when you eat, sleep, go to work, have children, lose a job, find a job, fight or make peace. There may exist one universe or many, it does not matter since there is only you, no one like you, and you may as well be more than you or you may not be who you think you are. |