A poem I wrote while half-asleep. I expected it to be half full of gibberish. However it turned out to be pretty good (according to me)
Life is short, yet too long
For the problems I’m facing now.
It’s as if though what I’m facing
Will never cease, nor recede.
I wish the problems would just
Fade away, or maybe wear away.
Because I’m too occupied
With what is going on in life.
My battles are many, not few.
Now I must choose which to own.
And which to discard. Life is
A riddle. Yet to be solved.
We all are riddle solvers
Trying to solve the eternal
Riddle of life. Why are we here?
For whom? To do what?
The solutions are many, yet unique.
It is for us to discover on our own.
As always, your comments and thoughts are welcome.