When your mind stills
and you take time to ponder
those inner thoughts, shared with none other,
the twists and turns of possibilities
away from life’s frenzies.


What does it tell you?

What does it say?

It’s not about what you can accrue.

It’s not about who you can betray.


The future starts now,
you reap what you sow,
if it ended tomorrow
would you be content anyhow
or would it feel like a blow?


Would you rather be cherished

or the one to ignore?

A reputation, tarnished

or honest connection,  rapport?