Fri, 08/07/2015 - 01:38 -- hlarsen

The mind races

millions of thoughts

as the moon rises--

questions unanswered--



Energy exists

where energy is naught--

adrenaline rush.

So many things to do

and only one you.


The power

to do anything.

Your hands-- your will;

opportunity and accomplishment

within reach.


Cometh the rising sun

fall the rush.

Collapse-- energy gone;

it is time--

battery recharge!

This poem is about: 
Our world


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