Sometimes being tired is a warning,

To pick up the baton of rest and peace,

Picture what life can bring,

All the hopes and dreams,

Sometimes I live full lives in dreams,

I saw a trend until it ended,

At the wheel of life,

There are immense choices,

A thousand steps in this direction,

I've walked and matched towards the end,

A newborn that thirsts for help,

The timeless story of man's demise,

Another week of expectations,

I look forward to catching up,

I am planted here and working on my best,

I know that life is good,

Taking the time to be happy,

To stand tall and make things work,

Taking life into my hands,

Apart from work my social is struggling,

From the crevices of my soul,

A child born of hopes and dreams,

I keep having these dreams,

That I'm unable to interpret,

A whisper that lifts me up,

A sigh that worries my senses,

I am here now and the dreams keep coming,

A premonition forecast or warning of the future,

A thin line in anticipation,

That's closer to the art of action,

Beauty exists in the palm of my hand,

Treasure is found in the journey of life,

It was a dreary night of endless possibilities,

A running case of distinguished ideas,

It is that daily doing,

The earthly singing,

Life gives and takes away,

What we try to salvage and keep,

As crazy as it may all sound,

I am still here,