Too Many Things
Too many things rattle inside my head.
As I awake and rise up out of bed.
So much is different that looks quite the same.
I wonder am I getting any better at this game.
Too many things I didn’t see at first sight.
Some come in darkness so I wait for light.
So much I view I have seen once before.
The window closes but it opens a door.
Too many things I cannot understand
I look to the helm who is at command.
So much happens that feels out of my hands.
Still I find hope where my fate still stands.
Too many things I must learn once again.
I expected more yet don’t need to complain.
So much happiness is wrapped around pain.
The sun shall return right after this rain.
Too many things and not enough time,
Some of the moments are so sublime.
So much to finish will I ever be done?
It all is a part of this web that I’ve spun.
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