lesadventures

I do and I do, I sleep and I sleep, I write and I write, I live and I live,

I consume, surely, though in double senses,  I might rue, 

I'm there and I'm elsewhere, nowhere and everywhere,

reassured to head somewhere and destined to get there,

the sound of silent clicking is merely passing by,

unrecognized, it is surely not to be stopped,

unless it's an honest try.