think ahead, look behind
find the thread, try refine
start anew, try reskew
draw it tight, redefine . .
in a hole walls closing in
geyser rush the air is thin
i find myself fresh as dew
feigning fighting giving in
we all have crutches, big and small
virtues are the biggest fall
chances came and them i blew
regret nothing, regret it all
as i rhyme i start to think
rising only just to sink
niravana, kids to name a few
directionless . . . at the brink
Why this gloom ? Each moment's new, there is much to explore, learn, grow... and beneath the dust there's a zillion little seeds waiting ....!!
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