spots of light, shadows of doubts
28 octobre 2009We run, we run through the hours,
The days, we rush through life.
And often, we forget to look :
Everything's unfocused and blurry,
We are going too fast, we cannot see.
You too run, and sometimes
You remember and stop.
Your eyes are wide open,
And it is that which you see :
Things are unperfect and how they should be.
de l'encre au bout des doigts 
Hum… this wasn’t meant as « dark ». Life is flawed and would be boring otherwise, and yes, we do choose the pace at which we cruise through life – though it’s a luxury for some.