Life,

Is no longer as simple,

As it used to be. …

Sometimes the answers I seek,

Are hidden among the branches,

Of snow-covered trees, …

I used to look at her,

And wonder,

Who are you? …

It is the simple,

Mundane acts,

To help, …

To shine,

And feel glamourous.

But now I can see, …

Only old rusty keys,

Can open the doors,

Where mysteries reside, …

Remnants of yesterday,

Are now scattered,

Among murky shadows, …

It is that,

Which after the years,

Still hangs on me, …

I like to sit alone,

In my own world,

To silently reminisce. …

Perhaps,

They were inspired,

By starring at lakes, …

In days gone by,

I rolled.

Now tired and muddy, …

Spring is almost here.

Let’s bloom,

Smile at the world, …

To discovers holes,

Is no surprise.

That they are not neat, …

Loosely dangle,

Struggle to hold on,

Or simply accept, …

A perfect world,

That’s square.

Always the same. …

How welcoming,

Finding a place,

To happily land. …

Trying to be alike,

To not feel different,

When at day’s end, …

Not everyone,

Has a guiding light,

For stormy weather. …

Let me fly,

Into tomorrow,

With open arms. …

To build,

From the inside out.

To protect, …