Helpless

With so much to do
In so little time,
I begin to wonder
Whether I should start to climb
To the place I want to be,
Or just sit and stare
Up there silently,
Without getting anywhere.

Days pass by like minutes
As my restless state grows,
Where will I be tomorrow?
No one really knows.

(Taken from Tahir Rashid‘s new poem “Helpless”.)

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