093 – Poem

In a pickle

In a bind

Not a lot of time

What to do

Whare to look

Running out of time

If one this is true

In all the world

It’s without a doubt


There’s never enough time


I haven’t done a poem in a while, and the mood took me there today. It’s not very good and probably follows no form, yet I hope you like it. Stay well all.

Published by Engine Mortale

Engine Mortale is my chosen pseudonym, I’ve chosen a pseudonym because I think it most appropriate as some of work will be rather personal. I figured this was the best way. I’m an autodidact, my to prominent fields of study’s are behaviour and philosophy, most recently art and poetry have been of keen interest. I hope genuinely that some good comes out of my out of this thing i call a life, if nothing else just that.

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