Falling stars,
Descending momentom.
Nebulas of unspoken secrets,
Past and future bended
Into one smile.

Retrospect reoccuring,
Endless thoughts back tracking
Into what could have been,
What would have been,
If different foot steps were taken,
Another path chosen,
Other words spoken.

Years and years now,
I lived in the past,
Keeping past hardships and mistakes
Just one step away.


What a fool was I,
to make the past my future.

Now is what matters,
The now brings truth,
The now brings joy,
The now brings change.

I sit in the now,
Absord the now,
Give thanks to the now,
And I flourish.

Solitary motions
Radiat sole existence,
Through tumbling waves of wind
In purple fields of dry lavender,
A glowing garland.

Verdant mosses swiftly spreading
Over rocks soft-foot treading

Little turtle-necked boletus
Escaping the soils clutches
Drinking the sun’s warm light

Dripping trickles of water pure
Tongue flooding
Mind filling
Forest’s music undying

Sentry eyes peering over
Folia of twig entangled arms
Scanning the ground below
For movement to break
The forest silence

Night's dappled brow
Celestial round-about dances
Giving way to vast memory

The night’s quiet hold,
The tree’s uninterrupted shadows,
The moist breeze breathing,
All these things,
Act as my cloister,
To hide me away from the superficial world
Surrounding me in daylight.

Here,
In the night,
I take off the facade,
Of a happy, content child of society.

Here,
In the night,
I am myself;
A silent, dark ****,
Sullen and reserved,
Laconic in conversation,
Uninteresting.

The night’s quiet hold,
The tree’s uninterrupted shadows,
The moist breeze breathing,
All these things,
Act as my cloister.

Unending roads,
Whose twists and turns,
Left and rights,
Veiled in obscurity…

Tick-tock…

Tick-tock…

Time is up,
Spurn reason and embrace paranoia.

The choice is yours…
What will it be?