at a certain point
our feet hurts
we want not just to cease walking
but to stop breathing
altogether
some memories await on the other
side of the road
you cross
and looks forward
to something new
you sit on the pavement
like a child
waiting for Papa
you hold your favorite toy
and then you stand
and run
back into the lost corners
of your joys
finding the missing steps
the link to
completion
These are poetic experiments. Man's quest for the poetic element never ceases. He is always caught in the eye of awe. He does not make the rules now. The rules change depending on the emotion that time and space feed him. He must see everything with his wide eyes gaping. The beginning of poetry too, like philosophy is wonder. Look and see. Do not stop wondering You are the poet. And everything is poetry. Wonder. Wander.
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