Oh, those feelings
somewhere in the day, of dimness.
Morning recalling, prospecting nighttime.
Lifetime mirrored,
the hollowness in the middle
of the crossroads to the story’s right side.
Phases move on,
facts all around, they stay afloat
an ocean of boiling beliefs inside.
Flaws, convenient
when principles turn to commitment
to benefit from the moment’s right time.
Slow heart healing,
paving the way to mind’s clearness.
Morning recalling, prospecting nighttime.
Grit gets brittle
when noticing it’s the middle
of the crossroads to the story’s right side.
Ways linger on,
convenient views, they serve as boats
on oceans of boiling beliefs inside.
Truths, indifferent,
when principles turn to commitment
to benefit from the moment’s right time.
Time’s right
to hold on its designs,
and bailing out to abide
gets imminent.
Right sides
to choose from open ends,
to take with cleared head,
not to relent.
Time’s right
holding on its designs,
so once bailed out to abide
the moments let
the right side
to move the healed hearts on.
Those lingering ways, gone,
not to lament.
