...

And as I'm sitting
in this chair
I begin to wonder
what it is I am
doing here?

I know that this
isn't going to last
and logic clearly-states
that nothing lasts forever.

So why am I here?
My guess is
I'm only really sitting here
for the scenery, the luxary;
the comfort that is all very
soon coming to an end!

Have I lied to myself?
It is only a matter of time
until I let go and let life
take me by the hand

Non-Fiction Collection 2004
©Bobby Ruelas