Like
the coffee that turns dead cold
just because you are busy flipping about life.
The same reason when you slip the marker in your book
just because you have to run elsewhere and live the drama of life.
You carry so many things around you with no reason at all
and then you pause
when nothing seems to make sense anymore.
And then you ask yourself - what’s wrong?
Then you realize - what’s right!
just because you are busy flipping about life.
The same reason when you slip the marker in your book
just because you have to run elsewhere and live the drama of life.
You carry so many things around you with no reason at all
and then you pause
when nothing seems to make sense anymore.
And then you ask yourself - what’s wrong?
Then you realize - what’s right!
