Sailing On The Sea Of Time

This is a little buddhist poem I wrote.

The days are sailing past
So fast...
Lower the sail,
Cut the mast.
Drift through the morning mist,
Cut short your to-do list.
(A parasite of your own creation,
A cyst.)
Have you noticed yourself?
Do you know what you're doing
Or where you are?
Did you notice the bird perching on the bough?