Too Busy To Be Sad

Some days arrive

When our shadows shine in sunlight

Street after street, city after city

Shattering the solitude that smiles..

Some days arrive

When our rooms get crowded with unwelcome people

Night after night, weekend after weekend

Not letting in painful memories and terrifying imaginations..

Some days arrive

When a continuous rhythm plays in our heads

Chord after chord, note after note

Not permitting silence to speak..

Some days arrive

When words hold us imprisoned in reading

Page after page, chapter after chapter

Not wanting us to become writers..

Some days arrive

When nature reminds us of its unnatural beauty

Tree after tree, star after star

Not revealing the hardships of human life..

Some days arrive

When food paves the way for tasting freedom

Scent after scent, bite after bite

Far from the frailties of human heart..

Some days arrive

When life gets too busy

Second after second, minute after minute

To sit and be sad, to shed a slow teardrop..