Wandering March
Here I am again fascinated at the only escape I could find in this world full of fast pacing events; with you whose everlasting beauty remains, for you who saw everything that came and pass by the phase of this planet. I always wandered why at the ocean above, looking up was my escape, for years I wondered and kept proceeding taking unnecessary steps forward and backward- now I know why, because looking up I can see calmness and grace hoping that even as I am dragged deep into the dawn of glum there’s always that tiny dot of happiness and calmness I could come back too, even if i could no longer find it within deep into my system of all places that could be created and that has. Saddening but true, it no longer matters as long as You are up there to listen to my eyes, I will be fine. So for the nth time , even as I grow old I’ll always look up, look up until I can be calm as daylight.