Jul 2020
One more day
One more breath
One more second yet to pass by me
In exhaling exuberance of life and living fast
I am tired of seeing
And by roadsides existing
Not stopping to smell thoroughly
Such quiet flowers by the wayside
Passing myself by
This is me
One more breath
One more second yet to pass by me
In exhaling exuberance of life and living fast
I am tired of seeing
And by roadsides existing
Not stopping to smell thoroughly
Such quiet flowers by the wayside
Passing myself by
This is me
I'm ready to breathe again. These last few weeks have been high pressure, full of personal expectation, and muggy. I'm ready for a change. A change.
