What a Day
What a Day.
Bright and early
every waking minute
passes me by without a look.
Invisible to the world.
All that is seen and unseen,
Only an empty vessel
carrying on a non-existent life.
Soaring deep within
the vessel we call life.
It is blank and absent
like minds lost in thought.
Days pass without a notice.
Time will not stop
until the one is truly revealed.
The one will guide you
and you thoughts will clear.
Lost in translation.
The message of the day
will forever be lost.
What a day.
Copyright © Justin Harris Jr | Year Posted 2015
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