One step at a time, don’t run ahead or you’ll miss that step?
Contradictions, paradoxes,
we live in a world of being so exposed
But yet, we are all still so hidden,
To ourselves, and to each other.
Trying to predict the future is prized,
Yet, it’s such a cowardly act.
One step at a time is bravery undervalued:
It doesn’t win awards, but you win yourself.

It wouldn’t look good on my record
If baby pinched a finger,
He is rolling around in his walker
I shouldn’t allow my attention to linger,
On simple distractions
Like the mobile phone,
A watcher using the internet
Leaves their baby alone.

It would tarnish my reputation
If baby swallowed a penny,
I would be kicked to the curb in a minute flat
And the charges would be many,
So I better pay attention
When baby is under my care,
But I’ve got some games hidden up my sleeve
That would give his parents a scare.

I don't want to die
I just need something to make me feel alive.

The seemingly easy
might hide difficulty
that which is difficult
on practice could be accomplished easily

Tick-tock,
Eyes—back alleys,
A patch on the elbow whines and rallies.
Snort-snap,
Sky—hoarfrost,
Melted in coffee and claws half-crossed.
Tap-tap,
Parquet and rags,
Hop-hop,
And back to the crags—
A heart, like a ball, tiny and shy,
Bending, fleeting, too scared to fly.

Trust takes years to build, seconds to break, and forever to repair.