In Transit


is not far away

it’s just that

we get drenched

in the usualness

of contemporary



is you

beneath the ordinary

shades of

temporal greys

that often makes you

feel guilty

for not realizing your worth.

Worry is just a

mechanism that keeps

you living

to witness another new day

with its mundane

colors of vigorous


But the music

of your soul keeps playing on its

loudest notes

on the blank canvas

of life

never giving up…

never backing out…


~ by rb on October 13, 2008.

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