It “seldom” changes,
“Often” as expected,
In familiar walls,
Until God slaps it on its face –
A breeze, an unexpected smile,
Or, a tragedy devastating the heart.
“What if the chance of a lifetime
Never catches on?”
Am I as good as this prison called
Peace and harmony of
My surrounding halls?
Set the walls on fire, ask the wind
To dance with flames before the ashes
Take over the night.
Don’t ask about the stranger’s home address
Or analyze her smile,
Just chase your own heart onto the next valley
Of sensation, there is glory in the “wake up” call.
Don’t curse God for the pain in the heart,
Or become a victim constantly asking,
“Why me?” But, pick up each teardrop and linger
In that crystal ball, its other name, “jewel-pearl,”
Of this life.
Keep your mouth shut, as if you were born
Your ears open, as if you are a python listening
To heartbeats of the rabbit nearby, trying to evade you
In silence of disguise.
Your eyes wide open, tied to a rope
Connecting to your heart,
As if a command-and-control center
Is indeed in charge.