In the midst of all
feel the drops of rain,
In the hustle of life
when there is no care for loss or gain.
The brevity commands me to explore
but reality, it hits hard and & shuts the door.
The essence of security is desired by all,
what I crave is coming back on feet despite the fall.
In the middle of known, a sense of lost,
a wary guidance towards the right path;
or perhaps a random coin toss?
Exigency to face this crossroad,
Oh this all is so Robert Frost.
