It is exasperating,
When I cannot perceive,
The obvious, …

Perhaps these days,
I mostly like the old,
Because it is what, …

Clear,
Perspective matters.
Especially, …

A fresh sunrise,
Or a lazy sunset.
From a picture, …

Blemishes,
Inborn marks,
Age-old darkness, …

Staring outside,
As sunny fields,
Fly by. …

To judge,
Or to feel.
Sometimes, …

To sit under a tree,
Somewhere over the hill,
Where no one knows, …

A cool,
Sunny,
Serene day. …

As days,
Slowly pass,
Please let them be, …

Some signs,
Seemingly repeat,
So I can believe, …

Looking down,
Drenched in shyness,
Lost in sadness, …

When I focus,
On the task at hand,
I often see the obscure, …

Some days I awaken,
To a barely visible road.
A path overgrown, …

I like looking back,
As the years pass.
Each memory, …

In the abstract,
I can picture,
What I dream. …