poem#4

Let this be a wasted day
With lots to do and lots to say...
There is nothing said and nothing done
There is no care, no concern!

Let this be a useless day
No dream or pursuit to dictate the way,
There is no urge to scale the peak
No mission to follow, no prize to seek!

...

And there is no losing a turtle race
No need to caution and no need to pace!

This is the day I am cast away
In the tacit grim of the soul I seek;
This is the day ‘I don’t know what to say’
All my efforts are fumbles bleak!