An unending journey of growth it is, they say.
From kindergarten to crutches, years swept away.
Alphabets become scoldings.
Don't put your hand near the candle-flame, they say.
From kindergarten to crutches, years swept away.
Alphabets become scoldings.
Don't put your hand near the candle-flame, they say.
When this journey becomes a perpetual run away from life itself,
Because you're trying to fit in all the while,
Trying to be a good son, a good student, father, worker.
Does that suffice for you?
You create your own destiny, they say.
Is that big house you built the manifestation of that?
Have goals, rules, benchmarks taken over feelings and Life itself?
Is this evolution a devolution in disguise?
The realm of the quotidian is a trap.
You'll start living the day you'll remember
There was nothing to break free from or to abide by
Rubbing your eyes as you welcome the sunlight and love
Into your life blinding, yet
Brimming with the essence of Life.
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