I tilt my head at packed pathways and narrow streets,
A picture that looks so terribly incomplete.
I wonder if the shops, jobs, things and cars,
Are worth the invisibility of long lost stars.
The starling averts her eyes from the picturesque yet desolate boulevard,
It is fancy and expensive, yet she treats it with disregard.
We could waltz in the rain and draw patterns on the ground,
We could dare to get lost, only to get found.
I wish the gravel road could only lead us to adventure,
Far away from dusty air, fallen trees and perfect architecture.

33 Comments

  1. We could dare to get lost, only to get found. โค๏ธ

    I can take the risk, this time. Because I regret I missed my chances and haven’t tried much in my life. My blog is my world.

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  2. Your comment makes me think of the urgency in mitigating the damage caused by selfish acts of humanity. It is painful to see the destruction of earth, all for shallow purposes.

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