morning walks are a whole new perspective
familiar streets, familiar faces
yet absolutely peculiar experiences
all are humble for a raw beginning
and forsaken of the ends lived
washed in forgiving morning rays
you feel a breeze of confident misfits
birds sing a rhythm into life
& daily chores are no more dipped in pain
mind and lungs feel fresh and empty
as does the air after a stormy rain
the sun isn't hurting the eye
and you see through your mistakes
at all the empty space beyond,
at the day left ahead for many more takes
even the lifeless seem to be waking up till the horizon
and you realize that freshness doesn't always breathe
that beginnings aren't singular
& that two ends never meet.
Comentários