Travel the mile

Travel a mile, recognise my road 

Breathe the air, feel the weight 

Stop aside; sit with me for a while

Refine your thoughts before they become mine. 

Takes a moment to judge, so learn my tale

Takes a lifetime to learn, then judge my case 

Before you know, you'll see a different me 

Late, so what? There's lots to see. 

Climb the stairs, don't forget the fleet 

Hold the ground firm, understand your reach 

My thoughts transcend the dark patches, 

In light, they find your feet. 

A story to tell

A hyper mind, a constant rut, a desire that never leaves.

A river of thoughts carving its way through the barren expanse of one's mind.

Goes on and on, bringing back opportunities that got left behind.

They say an idle mind is a devil's workshop, I say it is an invitation to hell.

Let your thoughts do the talking, a story they are bound to tell.

Look around you - there's a sea of machines. Machines that breathe, machines that talk, machines that achieve.

Sometimes appears a spark, a spark that lets you see. Where is this world headed and where should you be?

There is no stopping then as your thoughts take the lead. Leaving you with nothing but queries to self.

What were you doing while the others  wrote? They wrote the stories you wanted to tell.