People that are mine

Is it possible
to love anything more
than those two plump little feet?

Is it possible
to adore anything truer
than those two blue eyes?

Is it possible
to feel closer to anything
than to those warm big hands?

New Day

It feels like a new day.
New beginnings. Why?
There are no old bills to pay
but only memories of lost friends.

To dwell on those is easy
and to move on is unthinkable.
To piece your life back together
is a brave thing to consider.

It is a new day
and things run as they do
without any control from you.
It is a new day.

Future versus Past

The only good day was yesterday.

The only happy day was yesterday.

The only clear day was yesterday.

Things tend to get worse;

we expect goodness

and out comes horror.

I look back and I see goodness.

I look into the future

and I see darkness.

One day, my today will be in the past.

That day,

I will see goodness in it

at last.

Tell me what you think.

Time folds on itself
and I see myself twenty years from now
looking at me today.

Nothing much changes around.
But me.
Older, I see my despair at being better.
Older, I see my attempt at success.
Older, I see I should've paid more attention
at what I had.

Time seeps through my fingers like sand
but nature is constant in its wisdom.
Older, I see that time is meaningless.
Older, I see it so clearer.
Older, I see.