THE STRANGE FEELING

As I awoke this morning, the strange feeling within me lingered... could the images I saw while in sleep state, be a signal? Could, what I felt, be an indication of some sort that the time has come? But how's that possible? What encouraged the growth of such feelings? What's the source? And the big question - why HIM.

I pause - my life comes to a standstill. I look around - everything was the same, and yet the feelings were different. I felt more complacent, more agile. More efficient, yet stuck. Stuck in a world in which I felt I would not know the answers to anything. I questioned, but got no replies.

Time moves on,
And so do you.
I stand still,
Without a clue.

Maybe the feelings are good
But how do I convey them?
Pick up the phone
And simply drain them?

Wake up oh dear Lord
And hear me loud.
For without you
I'm sure I'll have a fall-out.

Roses are red, they say
And Violets are blue
Me and you together -
Can we really live the life of a thousand splendid suns?