Wind, sun, and rain
Or sometimes all in one
A condition of confusion –
In the outside
As much as in the inside.
Games, yoga and
A world on the run
Chasing something,
And sometimes everything
That little something I never wished to chase –
Left behind looking at a crowd
I yet fail to embrace.
Yet, Squared in love,
By the city of Chicago
When the white man at the crossroad couldn’t give a sign
He held my hand to walk
And we walked
And walked
To walk into what I call life.
He was bad with my unsaid
And I lost my words
To the city
That put me far from everything I could call my own
Family, work, and friends – and perhaps that midday glow.
Yet in the loose of everyday run,
I sit on a Monday
To pen all the pent up.
A combination of his love, and some love for self
Hey Chicago – cure this now
I am down with a love hate syndrome.
superbly written. Each word/line says a lot. Keep writing and inspiring all others to introspect and take time to embrace life instead of rushing into it.
Love always.
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