The strait and narrow
The death of blossom
Awakened crossroads
Another path
Resounding
Reverberating
Breath
Still breathing
Still living
After being brushed aside
For what?
Menial disagrements
From acquaintances
Both corporate and personal
A maze at most
But there are moments where
It feels like laying on grass
Under blue skies and vallies green
Rare or so it seems
To see the night sky
Being canvas for the stars
To glean
Their majestic lights to see
Well
This story is just beginning
Unfolding
In me immersing
Inhibiting
Inhaling
Thankful to live each day
Regardless
The gravel
grounds us
To appreciate
Such moments
And to not get swept away
In dreaming forever.
