Squashed between the regrets of yesterday
And the high expectations of tomorrow
Lies today
Quiet yet happening cheerful and anxious both
Not knowing what it will bring forth
Slightly gray
Compacted between the impact of old injuries
And the freeing of the mind from it
Lies compassion
Its unassuming appearance belies its force
It often decides the course we take
Through passion
Crushed between hope of better tomorrows
And combating bitter experiences of the day
Lies courage
In an age where judgements are free but lunch is not
Trying to acquire much more than we need
Wanting to be sage
Rumpled between romantic ideas of our presence
And ignorance veiled in veneers of self-image
Lies inquisitiveness
Profounder thought-provoking questions go unanswered
As we run after routines seeking symmetry
A foolhardiness?
Frayed between my perception of idyllic backdrops
And your take on architype settings
Lies a bridge
I am trying to find the best route to cross
Should we meet midway or we go crisscross
An arduous ridge