We live in a society
That knows no individuality.
Their incessantly blaring sirens and bells
Know so much but have none to tell.

Perhaps to begin truly living,
One must find a sanctuary to live in.
And listen, briefly without speaking,
To what the birds are saying.

He stares into the eye of that deceased,
And quietly whispers: "It's okay."
With gentle hands he puts her down,
And rise from his statuesque pose.

We often try to land with some fashion,
A trickshot or a backflip.
But sometimes it is better to just,
Keeping falling for a while longer.

Just remember when you stand again,
To try not to rot away, please.

"This is going to be the next big hit!"
They say, among other things.
But if you stare too long at the distant treeline,
Then who's making sure that the you are walking on the right path?

It is often said that they are unlucky charms.
But I've only stubbed my toe 3 times today.
So when next you see someone cringe when seeing one,
Go tell them that it's just a skill issue.

It came to my attention the other day that I know nothing.
"But that's not possible," he said " that's a paradox!"
And I replied to him with a smile on my face,
Something really, really rude.

It wasn't that long ago,
When I saw his face.
By now I cannot remember,
Anything of his grace.
It often comes to me,
That I forgot to think better.
But what is there to know,
When nothing is keeping still?

I looked up from the ground today,
While I was biking by the fields.
And I saw those flourishing crops,
and the sun warmed my face.