The Lows

Time as a factor is becoming invisible

One just doesn't understand

Where it vanishes in a blink of eye

Being an early riser I do catch-up

With the rising sun

But rarely do I see the same one

Setting in the twilight

Many of the days are just passing by

With a question mark as to

What am I doing with all the time, I have?

Each morning pops up a question

Are you doing enough to give justice

To the life you have ?

Not all days will be your best ones

As lows are part of the journey called life

One needs to keep walking and exploring

Till the status quo changes 

From this mundane routine

Which I currently have

Even though I agree to it, that it's just a phase

Still sometimes we question our existence

When the going becomes dry

-SR.

PS: May The Force Be With You !!