Rush Hour

I sat on a stone wall
under the shadow of a building.
I watched as each of you walked by.
You were all in such a rush.
It made me happy on the one hand,
that so many of you had so many important places to go.
But at the same time, I was sad.
Sad
because I was going nowhere.
Nowhere in particular,
just sitting.
Thinking.
But maybe,
maybe we should all do that a little more.
Not rush from one place to the next,
but stay in a moment, although it may be fleeting.
How could I be happy and sad at the same time?
I asked myself.
I did not respond.

Adventure

I need not go far to explore.

There are caverns of my heart,
They've yet to be filled.

There are corners of my mouth,
They've yet to taste.

I'm made of peaks and valleys,
They've yet to be traversed.

My adventure starts from the inside out.

Lingering Sweetness

You say to yourself that it looks really good and you want it.

But you know it's gonna take time.

So you decide you're willing to peel back the layers.

This takes patience.

And you have to throw the bad parts away.

You get to the good parts...

That's what you've been working for all this time.

The sweetness lingers for hours after you're done.

But you'll do it again.

And again.

Each time, a little more willing,

because you know it's worth it.