It is the lifeless and lost,

Who trouble my thoughts.

Not from sympathy, …

Around Easter,

The trees in our neighborhood,

Begin to turn green. …

Some things,

I cannot understand.

In earlier times, …

Perhaps nature,

With its simplicity,

Kindness and a smile, …

Those caring souls,

Painting the signs,

Guiding my path, …

Waking up,

Bareness,

Cracks and flaws, …

Colorful roads,

Have often led me,

Down unexpected paths, …

Some signs,

Show the way.

Others tell me, …

I often use,

Age-old expressions,

To guide me through life. …

I built a life,

Meticulously,

One layer at a time, …

Pictures,

Too evoke calmness.

Smooth blending patterns, …

It is not loneliness,

That is unpleasant,

But being alone, …

Today I can see,

How some dreams,

Were only ideas, …

Losing one’s shoe,

Is really not so bad,

When so easily, …

Endeavors change,

As the years pass.

Today I crave to live, …

There are days I too float,

Feeling light and carefree.

They are ordinary days, …

Sometimes I wonder,

If I too,

Am not like a leaf, …

It is only now,

That I clearly see,

How few things, …

If I had to relive,

Parts of my life,

I’d choose those childhood days, …

As my years pass,

I am thankful to know,

Someone is beside me, …