Stories of the yesteryear
Are still echoing in my mind
Life that was once full and rich
Has been put under the blanket
Seeing vividly what might have become
Has not heard enough
Numb fear will occupy your mind
For not knowing the outcome

This is the root of new awareness
Reviving what was forgotten
Outlining more hopeful future;
When me becomes we
When cynical taste becomes flavor of the past
When hunger yearns for more knowledge
When
It will come,
It is time to pause for now

Ask yourself questions;
What do I really enjoy
What does it really mean, why, what, etc
Throughout this imaginary questiontree
One can see that there is a new root for something else
Ready to be nurtured

Just for Now
Ponder
Because then
Mind is less troubled

Sincerely yours,