Trees bare their soul,

By letting their leaves fall.

When the wind blows, ...

“Learn your lessons well,

Young man.

It’s not an easy life.” ...

Today parts of me,

Feel hard as a rock.

Inside an invisible shell, ...

In some parts of the world,

Working at PWC,

Would not be considered, ...

Symmetry,

Like an organized,

Predictable routine, ...

Gifts,

Come in many forms.

Yet often, ...

Towering and grand,

Camouflaged elegantly,

Sparking feelings of hesitancy. ...

Start of a beautiful day,

But I can’t decide,

Which way to head. ...

In earlier days,

It was unthinkable,

To see machines, ...

Covered in life’s scars,

Or faded in time.

A self-unique paradigm, ...

Today,

Nature reminded me,

Of a life-lesson, ...

Heights are scary.

When my head spins,

Unwanted thoughts begin, ...

Countless times I tried,

Peeling off old layers,

To myself find. ...

Abstract images of home,

From a different world.

For so it seems, ...

It is there,

Underneath it all,

Where emptiness, ...

It is those moments,

When time disappears,

We are at peace, ...

Colors, signs, lines,

Blemishes, and more.

It’s all there, ...

These days,

We tag and track,

Everything, ...

Every now and then,

Internal construction beckons.

Messy, unpleasant, unavoidable....

Sometimes our path,

Weaves through places,

That’s hard to understand. ...