Sleeping awake, to quote a song..

letting my tired brain have its way over a friends simple phrase..sorry not bothering to think about it, just publishing and in the morning might cringe over it...at times there is a certain pleasure over the simple "not knowing" what you've written...like being drunk.


What's gettin said he asked,
I'm too tired to think she answered,
throughout the night, the bell's did ring-
how will I know the end is near, she whispered,
there is no end only beginnings, came the reply.
where one story ends another begins,
never ending..the cycle of life continues,
the actors change but the roles remain the same..
love and pain the main characters
who shall win this tug of war, she softly questions
who shall win...no one knows
as the curtains slowly close..