Endless Thoughts

Like the hours of a restless night, Or the sun that casts an eternal light. We march through the days of endless array, Without contemplating the words to say. We strive on, with our thoughts in our heads, From the minute we wake, til we lie in our beds. Through the night, and the dreams that we hear and vision, Our final day is not our decision. But we must press on, through worries and cheer, For the days of our lives, are not over, but here. The looks on the faces as the people go by, I can't help but wonder if I should smile or cry. Life as we know it, is not perfection or hate, but rather the feelings we all trust to fate. So do not lose sight of what's here, It can all be turned around if your intentions are clear. Paul Walmsley