Chimes rhyming the hours,
Slowly, melodiously, through the night,
Mark the passing hours.
Chimes rhyming the hours,
Slowly, melodiously, through the night,
Mark the passing hours.
We don’t think alike,
letters, numbers, words, images,
symbols of the mind.
Simple, retro, foundational, art form that encompasses so much more than the name implies.
And I hadn’t even turned on the tv or gotten the paper yet…
Well, I had skimmed through FaceBook, but that’s not really the craziness I was refering to. Just the craziness of daily life sometimes. When we have back-to-back weeks juggling multiple meetings, being everywhere, wading through a tsunami of email…
Until you finally have a couple of free weekends sandwiching a light schedule at work. Not that you’re going to be any less busy. After all, you’ve got all those personal and professional to-do list items that were swept aside by the hectic schedule, to work on. But it’s your schedule, you feel in control again…
Not looking ahead to the week coming up, the week when the craziness begins again.
so much craziness,
in life, schedule, work, world, and…
it becomes normal.
Three a.m., mind racing,
thoughts of work, day, to-do’s, and
capture tools not near!
…another one of
those crazy series of days
that seem to run together.
Everything else lost to sight,
time at the speed of light!