Strive to be confused

I am tired of being tired
Tired of chasing the intangible
If i stop,
Will i miss that chance?
Though the sun rises from the east and sets on the west
So that the rays set on every part of the sunflower
What will i be if i forsake the chances?
What if ?
Even the trees in the tropical forests climb to harvest light
What am i with limbs and thoughts to give up?
Shame on me, shame on me.

That bugger clock

Don't blame yourself for procrastinating. It is just plain uninteresting.