What am I longing for in writing this?
What force does make me strive in building verses?
Why can't I spend my rare spare days
In leisure or less stressful, easy courses?
I could enjoy some knitting, snooker, darts,
Or read the books that've been already written,
I could socialise in playing cards,
Or watch some series, by gossips smitten.
But I cannot enjoy a passive mode,
I'm feeling guilty when consum'd by idleness.
The moment when no further action's brought
Is like my life again has gone to minus.
Consumption's easy, yet it has no giving;
Creation's pain, yet only way of living.
21.04.2016
What am I longing for in writing this?
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