One Day More

Time steals moments and the things left unsaid

As you ponder reasons and actions that brush but never balance

Time is not sensible

Gut feelings and tingles in your spine

As you acknowledge that the future holds what you want

Demanding courage as its ransom

And the fear of loss your adrenaline rush

Instinct is not sensible

Quickened pulses and thoughts you cannot control

Scents, and touch, and heightened senses

Love is not sensible

Every day is a game where

Euphoria and unparalled joy

play musical chairs with pain and dark sorrow
Life is not sensible

Why then are you trying to be sensible ?

 “The only man I know who behaves sensibly is my tailor; he takes my measurements anew each time he sees me. The rest go on with their old measurements and expect me to fit them.”- George Bernard Shaw

Misery, Photo Collaboration : Scenes de Rue 

- Inner Voice