Too quick, too soon
Too slow, too late
Too quick to pass
Too slow to wait
Cracked and smudged
Once clean slate
I call it luck
You call it fate.
Note: As random as it gets. This was furiously typed away on my phone during a long, long train ride home, before a single word could be forgotten. Criticism is welcome (the best writers always need it, haha).
Too slow, too late
Too quick to pass
Too slow to wait
Cracked and smudged
Once clean slate
I call it luck
You call it fate.
Note: As random as it gets. This was furiously typed away on my phone during a long, long train ride home, before a single word could be forgotten. Criticism is welcome (the best writers always need it, haha).
I think it's awesome!
ReplyDeleteWow. Thank you so much! :)
DeleteFate for sure!
ReplyDelete:)
Deletethis reminds me of trains by ptree when steven sings' always the summers are slipping away, find me a way to make it stay'
ReplyDeleteI haven't heard that song yet but I will definitely check it out now. Thanks for stopping by. :)
DeleteYes please do. Good to see you writing :)
DeleteThese words that just seem to fly into our thoughts are always keepers. I especially enjoy knowing after reading that this how the a poem came to be, Not hammered and rewritten over and over, but in one flowing thought!
ReplyDeleteThis piece is as fresh and original as it can be. But my spontaneous works are not always so coherent, haha.
DeleteThank you for reading. :)
These is so pacy and apt ... no room for criticism ... it's brilliant :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you. Glad to know you liked it. :)
Deleteno matter what we call it in the end - important are the lessons we learned while going through it
ReplyDeleteIndeed. Those are learned for life. Thank you for reading. :)
DeleteThis is really good :)
ReplyDeleteSometimes I think we should think about what much less than why..
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