This isn’t a lecture.
We’ve had too many of those no matter how elegantly written.
Instead a suggestion if I may?
And I will.
If you elect to let it fly by invest in something, something obnoxiously opulent.
Watch the time tick by in style.
There used to be a time when I could come out here,
I could see for miles and miles,
what would I see you might wonder? The answer is simple,
Nothing.
Now, As I sit parked in the my car, no longer hidden from the city lights I know that I can see it all.
No more can I look to the right and wonder what might prowl on the plains.
I sit here and wonder on top of this modest hill- what will happen in just a few more days?
A few more months? Will I even sit here on the side of the road masked by the cover of darkness?
No.
There is no place to hide.
If I want to see the stars unhindered I will have to run further the next time.
Speeding down a new abandoned highway, the journey is no longer minutes but hours.
All to see the stars,
unhindered.
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The dream shines at night,
By day it eludes capture,
Only time will tell.
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The moment of time,
The look exchanged forever,
The love felt always.
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It may take only a moment of time
Or
It could take an entire lifetime
Once it strikes; nothing else; matters
Completion, connection
Happiness.
-A
HIKE. BIKE. DRINK.
College Level Drinking, Elementary Level Writing
A Poet's Journey by Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
An introvert's guide to the human experience