The nature brought the birds singing like the time torn between the past and future, those moment is nothing new from the present you feel fresh
You were once a child that has a golden head of desires, as a child with those peaceful times of haggling, laughing even when you cried before
All the scenes in your head are those countless lives that have made you who you are, from the hearts that beat, to the palms that grew passionately…
You have felt the same spark all over again, even take comfort ancient fears just to survive through those countless years
We even chase ambitions, deadline, goals through those glass walls of desire, like counting those silver strikes that marks your tools to say true
We all scribe through crises, even with change, or shifts of power, in order to grasp that part of you not to lose but just remember your history…
Even those stories that flow, or triumphs and failures that could be remembered, even those hopes and fears keep telling you to change who you are
This what I know so far, even if the world keep changing and dragging you to your deepest moments, even those common threads set your dreams away
Having that wrinkles on those new and old countless efforts, keeps you on a steady march day after day, not longing to feel betrayed by your own will…
You have flickered when every tomorrow brings you load, keep waiting to rooms of new winding road that opens
You’re never regretting that “I am” moment, finding peace in those patterns of deep, that wisdom of your story lies on your own perspective
So rest in your mind, cleanse in your hand, let go of thinking that chains your freedom away, no need to wait for your life’s circle to even hold both birth and death…
Great chain in human ways
No need to wait for your breath
All work that humans ever do
Nothing beyond weight of worry
