INTROSPECTION

Let us all remind ourselves of what we owe to the people who have made us what we are today…and more than that, what we owe to the individual each one of us is…

How many times should the wind turn back
And call out your name?
Dreams of childhood beckon you again,
And yet, you stop to think
About the moments left astray,
About opportunities thrown away.

Grips of nostalgia remind you
Of the desires locked in those green valleys-
Those longing eyes with anticipation
Of a bright future with surrounding smiles;
Desires aren’t theirs but yours,
Fortified forever with their unending love.

Where is the pot of gold
At the end of the rainbow you followed?
Can your fist grip the grains of sand
Which the breeze carries with its own free will?
Can you be so stubborn not to let go
Of a coat in the hot summer sun?

As the specks of dust blow away
And clarify your vision,
What do you tell yourself
As the sun goes down?
Is it the end
Or the hope for a new beginning?

So many questions left unanswered-
Questions about none but you,
Unanswered to none but you,
Unanswered by none but you…