skytrick

Please sir, may I have some more?

This Sunday went fairly slow, but the weekend seemed to fly
past...

Work, work, work.

It seems that there is no time to enjoy life. Or even time
to do the things that *I* want to do...

...and yet, there seem to be many new promises of happiness.
The moments that I can take have to be relished like a crust
of bread bestowed upon a starving person.

Why does it have to be this way? Why can we not be content
with the things in life that make us happy 24/7?

Points to ponder.

I'll look into it more tomo