A long day never ends,
It carries on deep within
the recesses of the mind.
Niggling doubts and thoughts
sinking in, never to surface.
Debt never quite paid off
through frenetic sleep,
waking up to the possibility
of only dreaming about something new.
Reams and reams of paper
Wasted on Mesopotamia,
Discovering, Analyzing, deciphering, critiqueing
Lessons never quite learnt
Yet quietly, finally realizing
that peace is never a solution
The solution lies only in being prepared
For the sameness that comes next.
(On ancient Mesopotamia and the struggle between the Assyrians and Babylonians; a comparison to Modern Day Iraq)
