for late night

long time no see

one who feel happy

for his soul is mortal

strive for dying 

and wait in lost worlds

and worlds are empty

and all the words..

and all is changing

searching for change

finding nothing 

and losing soul

and losing mind

when change finally come

i asked can basket feel,

or know for itself?

can i?

who is i?

or what is i?

Reviews

[Diana]

All is constantly changing, but perhaps not in the way we had hoped... I'm not sure if the title fits, but
I like the piece overall.

[Baby Ricochet]

This has got kind of a Buddhist thing going on. Mortal souls dying, everything changing, crap like that, ya know? Buddhism's about the only religion I have any respect for.

[FlatLineBeauty]

Loved your poem. You have a lovely mind and an intriguing way of putting thoughts into words. xo Winter

[icelandicblue]

We all search for change and wonder if the people and things around us are aware of our profound and difficult journey.