Galloping Mind

I have learned to live alone

I experience life and I don't moan. 

Time mostly spent in silence

Reflecting, introspection it does make sense. 

Moments spent in movements

A kind of charging brain, my body I train. 

Getting fit, bit by bit, ready in life to take many a hit

Keep trying, vying until the death.

Can't let the momentum sag, 

Few tricks left in my bag

My intention is not to brag

Worry can't let, me nag.

A bed to sleep in, a few meals to eat, 

Balance in the bank, all the things you need. 

No need for greed, why let thoughts breed, do minimum deeds. 

Words to verse, with thoughts I converse, I am ok with reverses.

At this stage, I am not a go-getter but my life I try to make it better. 

It does matter if one doesn't get battered

Can't let my hope get all shattered. 

I do plan for the future, hope I nurture

Just being practical, not to go into a rapture. 

When the moments get dull, with words I fill

When the words are worth joy does spill.

The wheel of time keeps turning, and the thoughts keep churning. 

In the mental workshop desire keeps burning. 

I look at my watchman, and my maid and wonder what their future is.

Will their times be better or will it turn bitter?

For the majority in the country, their purpose is mere survival

For the well healed it may appear trivial. 

As for me, I look at both sides

My greed or for that matter sorrow, both subside. 

In this moment-to-moment existence I make the right moves

Movement is energy and the mood improves. 

Thus I come to a new moment and escape the torment

This is how life is, I don't know what it is meant.