Past

sometimes I want to grab my past
and shout: “take me back”
I want to breath the fresh crisp air,
bask under the glistening gold sunlight
I see in my dreams in my dark night
I want to feel the levity of life
as if every day was a surprise playtime
if I see my past self in the mirror
sometimes I want to grab my past
and shout: “take me back”
but it’s the darkness that stares back at me
and I, staring back at the darkness.

2.3.2023

Time

human body is limited by its own speed
but human mind transcends its limits
an hour of waiting can pass like eons,
yet hours of problem solving feels like a second
faster we run, broader we leap
beyond the limits of the physics
we glimpse at hidden veils of new paradigm
while our body can still hold on.
let us go on then
to the path we all must take.

1.30.2023

Meaning

ending each night drained of all energy
waking up, jumping into the fray, and repeat
occasionally I wonder the meaning of all this
yet the more I think, the more I am lost
moving to the beat of my heart I go
further I walk, deeper my understanding
providence is the virtue,
but with risk-taking, we witness value
it may appear dark at the end,
but who knows, there’s something there

1.27.2023