Life is but hustle and bustle sometimes
so in the in betweens I find distraction
a shooting star, a deep inhale
walk for ten miles and then exhale
The dazzling light of the city
attracts me like a moth
east or west, poetry is a sunset, art
the subtle contrast against the dark
triggers my mind, it picks me up
We like what we like, no matter how odd
these “meaningless” bits of life, our routines
hold our pieces together
’til a new sunrise arrives.
