simply be

as time flies by
there is so little
of it left to sit
and think
and ask myself
about myself
and feel the feelings
that I feel

I seem to just
exist

do this and that
without a pause
of quiet thought
to contemplate

each day is filled
with things and stuff
my senses crammed
with sights and sounds

sometime demands
of work and home
keep me doing
doing doing
sometimes I do not stop
myself
from constant doing
doing doing
as if to stop
would be to fail
somehow

yet here
I sit
a moment found
my silence-craving
satisfied

I sit
I stop
I breathe
and rest
drink tea
and simply
be