There are so many,

Who preach to others,

What to believe. ...

To help hold others up,

Is a natural act.

Yet at times, ...

Looking back,

It was individuality,

Greed and fear, ...

I will swim in you again.

With eyes closed,

Listening to thoughts, ...

A cloudy,

Frosty morning,

Welcomes me to this day. ...

As the sun,

Melted the fog away,

So did my mind, ...

Truth be told,

It’s been a while,

Since I felt on fire. ...

I used to search,

For that unique road,

Best for me to follow. ...

A quiet morning,

Before sunrise,

When dreams stir, ...

The older I get,

The less I care,

For noise and trivialities, ...

When neither the sky,

Nor the ground,

Can readily be seen, ...

I often try,

To sort and organize,

The different shades inside, ...

When leaves,

In late autumn,

Refused to fall, ...

That,

Which binds us,

Is not the ring, ...

Winter nears,

My petals have fallen,

Yet resolute I remain, ...

What appears to be,

Is often otherwise,

To that which a child, ...

Only few memories,

Remain vivid and sharp,

As days quietly drift on. ...

All dressed up,

Ready yet alone,

With nowhere to go. ...

As a child,

I craved to know.

Later in life, ...

When the world,

Feels dense and overgrown,

I’ve learned to close the door. ...