When I begin to feel it…
I didn’t realize,
what I was feeling.
See,
in the beginning…
Surely I found myself distracted.
Crafted,
by societies…
unwritten lines.
Clearer the signs…
Deeper the cries…
No matter,
how hard one tries,
you cannot hide,
from the eye,
that always sees.
Force of nature,
will have one not to believe…
What being chosen achieves.
Deflective,
passes time.
Marinating…
and contemplative…
The signature is when life becomes reflective.
Mirrored Actions,
brought about emotions…
That’s caught…
At the best stages of your life…
Secrets…
Regrets…
Haven’t sat in thought…
When awakened…
just remember,
you weren’t supposed to know better.
But,
now that you do…
How are you going to continue to move?