Even I might know
That you can’t refuel the wheels,
As wheels don’t run on fuel.
What’s this poem about?
Is it about refueling a plane during flight
And about changing the wheels during driving?
Yes, it’s about this, and mostly about what this blog is about:
Having a typical life, working, living, doing things,
And on the same time posting on this blog some things which are so tough,
That they feel that I’m doing something extreme.
I work on various things, do my usual job,
And at the same time
I explore my emotions,
I want to know:
Why A leads to B?,
Why do I feel A?,
And how can I feel more of B?.
It’s an intense race.
The engines are hot,
There’s hardly any room for errors,
Breaks come only when they become mandatory.
It’s doing surgery on a person (me)
Who also does surgery.
It might even me doing surgery on me,
While I also do another task.
Yes, that’s what this blog is,
„A task”.
A bit more complicated, I’ d say, though.
