Existential Angst is growing, Youth Day means no work
this Monday; I haven’t done any reading or writing yet,
just drove around in the warm winter sun and thinking
about nothing – searching for subjects to laugh about;
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I could relate to these mundane activities of a day... Like the way it moves from one end to the other at ease.. Presence of lyrical beauty in each line.... Rgs Rema
I enjoy how this Poem works towards a furious ending, (the closer you reach the end of it the faster you read) - good rythm, it made me feel exactly how one feels on these days, when you feel you have achieved nothing and wanted to do so much and as soon as you realize this you feel more anxious but you realize it's too late and still do nothing in any way. Then start feeling sad because your free day is spent. Thanks