Time flies
Mosquito bites
Something I wrote is bugging me
I’ve never been I patient fisher
Ah, but I miss the days I could
Fish. My big brother would
Do that for hours like days
Time flies
See? A new batch of flies
Fun fact: they live for, like, days
Time flies—urban flies
See how “the world” has changed for good?
For the better? Says who?
Was that the wind of change long foreseen?
Oh, fishy days—
Looking back at fishing days
When even then, I searched for older days
Trying to pintpoint the point of transition
Reveries That I Call Poetry 