Days, no journey

Running, walking, eating, sleeping, and talking

A day pass by makes you live for twenty-four

Your time becomes past and the day is then ‘’before’’

My life drools in smiles, so also in confusion

Though, I am moving ahead,

‘’What if I fail?’’ is my intuition

I was impatient sometimes, I was quick to get

Now I know what I want, I will not regret

You can see my bright spaces showing some mixed past traces

I am not lying,

In the past, some gave me a chance to ‘’act proud.’’

Others are lost due to slipping into a crowd.

However, I found them, pulled and cleaned

How come a spa would be better than my effort has been?

Days aren’t journey, and times no hour

So don’t take it as a stone or a flower

What you need is the ‘’first true thought’’

Work on it, maybe success could be got