How I fear the end,
The pressure is that
Of a life of words,
Each weighing a gram;
It's building,
The more I learn.
Oh, I hope I am not mad,
I try hard but
I will not be enough.
There is no time for
Love now - now you must
Live for learning,
You must enjoy it because
You know that it will be worth it.
The planets will align and
You can say;
I've done all that I can.
That will do,
Won't it?
YOU ARE READING
Petrichor
PoetryWe grow old eventually {here are the waking thoughts that consume me}