Before I could discover,

The heart of my dreams,

I needed to find my own, …

Getting stuck,

In precarious positions,

Is part of the path, …

What exists around me,

Can be neatly organized.

And in time, …

Walls at times are adorned,

For celebrations,

Or a welcome home, …

To see life’s worries,

Or peaceful mountains,

Leaning against the sky. …

Clouds watched the sun,

Slowly descend.

Devoid of thoughts, …

There are many,

Who walk this world alone.

But those who find peace, …

In younger years,

I yearned for complexity,

In appearances, …

I only learned,

How to be free,

When I dared, …

It is more common,

Than I used to believe.

For no matter how strange, …

Local events,

Are special.

People walking by, …

Tranquility arrived,

When I felt special,

Without any need, …

How many times,

I felt knocked down,

Only later to realize, …

It is nice to see,

Traditions linger in time.

Even handwritten menus, …

Pen in hand,

Letters,

I still write. …

It is in the quiet,

Of backstreet alley,

Where treasures, …

When I cannot go left,

Or right,

I no longer plough ahead, …

Today I look back,

On the years,

Through streets I strolled, …

Still I stood,

Gazing at the clouds,

Reflecting back, …

A kind thought,

Perhaps a smile,

Or a blooming flower. …