Follow the sidewalks

Yet another hectic start to continue.
walking as fast as my legs would carry,
checking my wrist constantly,
realising I'm late for my schedule.

Taking a shortcut along the sidewalks,
a contrast held my gaze.
The beginning of a new life
so delicate, and yet,
full of hope for the days ahead.

Convinced to pause,
a minute to study the metamorphosis.
Something relatively insignificant
by our standards,
but a wonder in reality.

As I continue to reflect on my way,
understanding that I have been
missing out the finer things,
I made myself a promise
to stop and appreciate,
to stop being late for life.

OB(jective)

Tell me, I don't listen.
I learn it the hard way.
only after losing it.

Only hate the road
when you're missing home,
only need the light
when it's burning low.

Desperation is the last motivatio

Deep breaths, calm down,
don't go the wrong way.
make some coffee,
look out of the window,
always remember that
slow and steady wins the race.

we are all the same

reviewing a genocide has been incredibly depressing



yet, it reminds me of how lucky i am.

Prologue

A dollar of your time
Stay for a little rhyme
Here's a place I unwind
I'll show you what to find

Picking up pages of the past
Learning to tell what truly lasts
A dozen questions I may ask
When life is going much too fast