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"When was the last time you did something for the first time?"

I love every phrase and mention
that makes me rush to the door
That makes me remember
That bugs my true intention

Staying indoor within the comfort zone,
That was the failed attempt at living.
But in her old age she absorbed the day
And in my headaches, I wandered astray.

She had wheeled over with courage,
Realizing that every day was for living,
and yet I stared into the distance,
for I was merely breathing.

She was witnessing a masterpiece,
The Picasso that never left,
Until we traded seeing for flashes,
And deteriorated the masses.

Some would even wonder its meaning,
Wonder the worth of leaving the warmth,
Of moving, of standing up and perhaps,
Just maybe, of walking outside.

The beating heart was defeated,
It was beaten to no meaning,
It no longer felt because you,
You had stopped living.

A keystroke away,
Lay worlds to explore,
Fascinated we ventured
Like puppets, into its store.

The very day in which you gave in,
The day in which you were consumed,
Your thirst was devoured and suddenly,
You had lost the beat, you had admitted defeat.

Stop. Take a look at yourself and wonder.
Is it worth it? Is it of value?
Will you even remember
Or was it January and then September?

Quit forgetting,
You are just letting it be, but...
You weren't meant for breathing,
You were meant for living.

So live.


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It switched.
Unequivocally different.
Through those hardships
We finally turned around.

Perhaps reflections and glimmers
Gave us sight when we could not claim
But the panoramic put the shimmer
To shame.

Thank you.
In this brilliance we rose
Hoping to understand why the routine
drifts away in prose

For every detail and every insight
The neurons kept firing in question,
Let us speak for it is time
To mark this audacity in rhyme.

Although subtle
The cues went noticed
The portrait tact
And yet somehow,

But lets digress from these colors
Let the light paint our shadow
For the steps keep calling
with a subtle vibration

We know its time.

Learning to float

First my apologies.
Perhaps I gave y'all the idea that
it was all spit without the gears
We aint about that shit

Words can leave you salivating
But sweat builds the fucking mountains
So don't ever forget that in a heartbeat
I could carry your dreams and forget I even did

You're swimming in it, but you can't even float
The irony of words is that they hold the strength of plans
Without the gunshot
You'll never be grand.

We can all aim high but precision does the talking
It's all too simple these days
With the chatter and spread of information
We're suddenly heroes and activists

But we haven't even blinked, the AC,
It's still running. It's near silence
but its not. The inaction,
It's deafening.

Heck I've gone mute,
I can't even rhyme shit
that could emphasize the prolonged
dream of a typeface, the letters were blank.

It was always that way,
It was always silent because at some point
We stop pinching ourselves and assume
that it was deserved…

Hold them.

Ever flip a coin hoping to choose
What never had a side?
Ever hope it fell on its side
Not yours or mine, but its.

Its the introspective gamble,
The bet we never made
The thoughts we shattered
Hoping their rebuilt selves would float away.

But instead we find ourselves walking on shards
Hoping to find the worlds' balance
We rebuild in pieces
But the scars never leave us.

Walking taller the worlds would never propitiate.
The past plays thinking it knows best,
The present checks for an all-in future,
But inaction has killed us before.

Fallacious wisdom rises to fail
For the trust of more over better.
We sacrifice the selfless
For the self to have less.

I wish I could make you understand
The direction our hearts dream of.
But with every step
You seem to forget

This was never your game
You gave me the chips
Now please,
let me play.

I'm all in.