Time ticks
24 hours to fill
I can strike off some
by sleeping
but even then
somehow
I am late to bed
putting off time
packing time with stuff
devices and screens
parties and memes
playing the good scene.
What is this restlessness?
when will my heart,
my soul find rest?
where in life
if not only in death?
I hold this life close
yet kill it with drugs, parties, friends
habits that feel good at the time,
but I feel even my own
heart beat dripping
slipping through my fingers,

Can there be better?
A way?
A point?

Starting Thoughts:
We seek ways to distract ourselves from realities of our life and ourselves and often overlook the Way, Truth and Life that can really only be found in Jesus.
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