Posts Tagged ‘micro poetry’

I am walking
My pace is slowing
I need to be wound
To keep going on
So I don’t stop
So I walk further away
Some distance far and I will turn
I am meaningless if I stop
I will need winding again
And again

Look at the maid
Scrubbing paint off the floor.
What difference does it make,
Because she will anyway get paid?

What difference does it make
If, satisfaction, she cannot spell?
She will get it still;
I can only fake.

Why is everything not optimum?
Where is the equilibrium?
Why is the formula impractical?
Where is the solution simple?
Why not be ideal
Where it is real?

Soon or late,
Huffy or happy,
It is all the same.
Or is it?
In the slower lane.