Random drabbles and reflections on the weekly trip to the Esplanade

I write poems sometimes. I don't know what to title this, let me know what you think?

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The same road, a little darker

You know this path, you know the trees
Everything's exactly where it's meant to be
But the shadows are a little fainter
And little crystals, in tiny streaks
fall down the glass, pitter-patter like a little
tap dance, and through their concave
shapes we see a whole new world.

The same road, a little brighter
Still the same path, still the same trees
Glorious light filters through the foliage and
reminds us that we are exactly where we
need to be. Nothing has changed, just what
we perceive. When the tap dancers fade
away and the clouds part, everything will be
clear again. All we have to do is believe.

~

Sometimes on the bus, I look down
and see us passing by cars and lorries.
A motorcycle zooms past. A car changes
lanes and holds everyone up. Of course it
had to be a BMW.

We're crawling at a snail's pace.
I'm getting impatient.
I see cars in other lanes moving way faster
than this slow coach.

But then I remember, that sometimes in life

We move at different speeds. Some people get there faster

Than others. Some people are held back through

no fault of our own. Sometimes we are the reason

why other people cannot move forward.

That is life.
It's always moving.
Sometimes it's not fair.
Sometimes it's our fault.
Every time, we just do our best and hope

everything turns out okay in the end.

~

Under the flyover lies a bed of plants.
The expressway above is split in two, in
opposite directions. Between them is a gap
where the sunlight streams into the dark.

And among the plants, two trees grow tall,
reaching for what little of the light they can
get. Their leaves are arranged in a singular
column, closely packed against their trunks,
to survive in the unique circumstances in
which they have been born.

So they tower above the shrubs, for they
dared to dream. Despite the darkness,
despite the expressway, despite the tiny

rectangular block of light that is their lot in life.