When is it enough?

Does everything seem the same?
are the motions real or has it become a game?
the mirror shows that everything is in place,
but does it show the turmoil beneath the face?
a cry from the depths, does anyone hear?
its silent nature, past thresholds of the ear.
but you are caught up, you cannot fathom.
the enveloping emptiness, the yawning chasm.
a swirling vortex sucks deeper than deep.
how much longer can my strength keep?
feelings and thoughts can hurt one the most.
leave rubble behind and hundreds of ghosts.
everything inside had turned into stone.
a field where nothing can be sown and grown.
take none of the glory, take all of the blame,
nothing is different, only the name.

this was a scene worth waking up for,

The day passes by and I find myself waiting for the sun to set. I find joy in listening to the rustling of the leaves and watching them fall. There is satisfaction and there is simplicity. Life in the countryside is like that or at least that's how I imagined it to be.

Life is about sharing - what you see, your possessions and the truth.

Anyway, a long holiday is what anyone with a load of problems, care and dilemmas need. When one is away, everything seems so different, yet, it is just another day through the same eyes. The transformation of perspective is perhaps what people need.

daffodils

daffodils dancing in the wind
the chesire cat without his grin
caught in the twilight of a dream
rather fantasy than what reality deems
falling over without a fight
losing light and losing sight
walk down again that same old path
leave words unspoken of such a dearth
oh how must have sisyphus felt
with that same hand life has dealt
daffodils daffodils behind my back
laced with qualms filled with lack

it'll all just be a passing phase,
the words you said they carry no weight;