Pace is slow
As it slowly grows
sleeping inside the soil
waiting for charismatic sun
to open the golden eyes
slowly lingering inside soil
beneath deep down
slumber among the crowd
desires kept hidden
Soul sloths as they run around
Deep down
under the vast sea
like a clown fish
hidden in its reef
scared upon big sharks
who may eat upon me
desires of lion inside
someone calls it lion pride
yet the tentacles engulfs within
huge baggage of grief swallows in
each night slumbers
slumbers upon dreams
every morning
as sunlight greets
wish to escape bayside
catching the smell, of fresh air blowing outside
like humidity in air
wish,
alas
could float freely in air
like a sea gulf
chasing the winds
just wishes to open wings
not race with wind
wish to move slowly again
a call greeted me
wished me luck on my journey
checked on my progress
and said, “ You could shine as stars in sky “
maybe I wish
I could just drift in night sky
like asteroids
In midst of orbits
wish to drift in vaccum
but not dart any planet ahead
a simple existence to itself
is it too high ?
To think an easy life ahead
subjective to core of eyes
with no,
yes and no as reply…….