My day's circle.

Well this poem was writing while I was sitting up one night, thinking about life, death, my friend, love and looking back at what I had done and thinking of what i Wanted to achieve before I finally left this world for good.

MY DAYS CIRCLE.

At night I sit up and think,
of dreams yet to be fulfilled and those that may remain that way,
At night I sit up and feel,
for those who couldn’t make it this far and those who wont make it any farther
And at dawn as my eyes roll back in sleep,
I pray for those who need it, those who desire it and those whose life it will make better.

By day I walk and wonder,
The mysteries of this world, of life, death and what happens after,
By day I walk and ponder,
Of love and hate and life without faith, and the joy of knowing there’s someone who cares
And as the sun starts to set at dusk,
I say a silent vote of thanks to him who made it possible that I could be able to do this,

Night is upon me again,
And here I sit and reminisce about my life, life of the ones I Love,
are we making it, or are we breaking it. Are we living or merely existing
Yes night is here again,
I contemplate actions I have taken and words I have spoken,
their impacts, effects in my life and that of others,
And finally as my circle is about to complete, I hope,
That my life will be remembered long after I am gone,
that I will make great impact on peoples life,
that I help save this world from the destruction it is heading towards,
fulfill my ambition and that when it is finally time for me to go, I would be missed and thought of fondly.