there's so much I wanna say, don't know where to start

in the midst,
the falling leaves seem to cry,
the sun seems too bright,
the morning crowd seems oblivious.
why?
the nonchalant chirps seem to fly,
the clear blue sky seems to hide,
and I seem vague...quickly blurring out,
smudging the beautiful landscape of a canvas.

For good I realise, time doesn't wait for us. Time doesn't wait for us to reconcile our satiety. We have to settle our contenment when circumstances take even the slightest detour. And with that, I count my blessings. Being a part of something is better than being a part of nothing. Learning to accept a condition is a subtle scrimmage I'll vanquish and subdue. There is no plea to the workings of a natural course. It happens and will continue to transpire. It is not a fault nor an onus to vow an unfathomable failing promise. I fully acknowledge, with much hope it transcends my fears.