DO NOT TOE THE LINE

Source:onezia

DO NOT TOE THE LINE

A road that’s not taken

is a road forsaken.

Do not turn your face

from the hectic race.

Follow the bright lights

and achieve great heights.

Do not hang your head in fear

for your time is now and here.

Take your place in the curving line

of others who won’t toe the line.

Rev up your engine and soar

with your foot pressed to the floor.

You have only one chance

in life to sing and dance.

Let this be your time

to not toe the line.

CROWDS OF PEOPLE

Crowds of people.

Cars honking.

People shoving.

Where are they going?

A blur to me.

A mass of humanity.

Hurrying to their end.

No individuality.

No manners.

Only a need to get somewhere fast.

Trapped in their thoughts.

In a hurry to go nowhere.

WHITE BLANKET OF SNOW

WHITE BLANKET OF SNOW

The snow is falling.

Flakes float to the ground.

A hush falls across the city.

Few cars dare to brave the roads.

Too soon for building snowmen.

Footsteps have yet to marr

The white surface.

A white blanket.

Sparkling clean.

The city is refreshed.

Its sins covered.

A rebirth.

VIEW FROM A WINDOW

Open the window.
Let the fresh air inside.
Look out at the bright lights.
The people hurrying on the streets.
The tall buildings.
Are people asleep behind the dark windows?
Are there parties being thrown behind the lit ones?
So much activity.
So much to see.
What is that?
A shooting star.
A sure sign that we are never alone.

TRAPPED IN WONDERLAND

Too many people on the streets.
Cars honking their horns.
People shoving each other.
When did life become so hectic?
Why is everyone in a hurry?
Where are they all going?
They become a blur to me.
One shoving mass of humanity.
Hurrying to their end.
No individuality.
No caring.
No manners.
Only a need
to get somewhere fast.
Trapped in their
Alice of Wonderland—
in a hurry to go nowhere.

THE VIEW FROM ABOVE

cityneonlights:


The view from above.
People appear small,
tiny specks in the universe.
Cars are in constant motion.
Everyone is in a hurry,
going around in endless circles.
Going to work, and later
going back home.
Taking elevators up
and then down again.
What’s the hurry?
We all live the same lives.
We live and then we die.
Does it matter where we had
hurried around in between?
All that matters are
who we leave behind.
For these are the only
ones who will remember
that we had been here.
And why we had been here.

CLEAN BEAUTY OF WINTER!

tassiomaciel:

Winter can look pretty.

When the snow is white and clean.

Before footsteps fall.

Before cars trudge by.

Winter can definitely look beautiful.