O What A Busy Day!

It’s a busy day; it’s a busy dust of time,

It’s all been very busy ever

So never there was supposedly left to calm hereafter

As it was a little more that could satisfy your soar

But, out it went aboard trying to chase you forth

All for now, all that is rolling and heaving

More and more would that the tempest be

Like three hours of long journey to reach the shore,

Weaved by tiresomeness, required by a sense of duty

Bind by the world, locked by everyday roles, where you stare

What a damp of grief meant for

To scare you out of sudden gestures

Why would the sun rise for a length of the day?

Yeah, it asks; oh where it falls alongside that shady unknown horizon that blaze?

Prizes are won, culprit gets the bar

Ships sail too far and the sky has tiny stars

Where would they all meet at the end of the day?

Where would you see such a day to stage your valley?

Out in the weird age do you find your rally?

Since too little time you are to be known

These days come after so long

When you find yourself resting at home

Watched by silent dancing glares to remind of isolation

So when you pick the known flower

and smell the savor of sweet hour

As your day hardens and hardens

But remember the sick taste of solitude that doesn’t stays

All wishes and despairs that follow down the day

Still know that you are cared!!

As finally, there in Jesus’s bosom is where you’ll find your rest…