Journaling in 7 mins

Did this while on the workshop. A 7 minute process where you just let your thoughts flow and pen down whatever comes, even if it is 'blank'. Lucky for me, the words are appearing. Perhaps its the topic.

Why i choose to
to be a volunteer.
You ask me,
I don't know.

But i did ask
this question
to myself long time
ago.
And lots of time
before.
Sadly to say
there never was
at all once
a conclusion
to top it all off.

One thing maybe
i can be
slightly
very much sure of.
Is that
while volunteering,
the feeling
i'm getting
is so much fun
and happening.

We had good times,
and bad,
with sweat and tears
but we don't stop
for it is
a team
a team that score
that's why we do not
wish to stop.

Forward and forward we go.
As long as everyone
is here together,
there we'll go.
No bed of roses.
No summer breeze.
As long as
everyone is together,
there we'll go.

Anyway,
there was once
i did wonder
what life would be
without volunteering.
So dead and empty,
i dare not dream.

That's for the 7mins. Shorter than i thought. But it was good.

Dreaming of Waking Up from a Dream

Weirder and weirder dreams seem to go
but other than here,
where else could things take on a different flow?

A failure attempt
for making the scheduled evening run
for i lost to the comfort's temptation.

If not for that,
how else could this post come about,
to talk of the weird cycles of my head.

No recollection of what went prior
to my waking up
from my sleep in dream land.

All i could find
was myself on my bed
trying to make sense what was going on.

Answer i found not,
except my glasses which i wore
though i had few to begin with.

Something was wrong,
a cut that all suffered
to the frame and lens.

The slice was clean
and by no means
are works from chance.

So as i sit there thinking
bringing to me astonishment,

as i faced a minor change of scene

Still in my bed
with the lenses gone
lying there with my blanket and all.