Time’s eluding me,
and teasing me with moments,
so short and fleeting.
Is this the real life,
dull days of simple sameness,
no Bohemia.
Streams ever flowing,
its ripples, a sensation,
felt by those close by.
As complex as simple is.
Time’s eluding me,
and teasing me with moments,
so short and fleeting.
Is this the real life,
dull days of simple sameness,
no Bohemia.
Streams ever flowing,
its ripples, a sensation,
felt by those close by.