Yes I was lost!
But here I found my way.
Can they gauge my relief?
Will they ever be able to believe?
They have set their eyes on destination as they say
But I already see so much on my beautiful way.
I am cherishing the flowers that lay.
The pebbles, the bugs, the dew and the falling sun-ray.
They run I crawl.
They rise ; I fall.
Their eyes are wide open.
I lie down for hours and stall.
They pass by ; they seem high.
They measure the difference.
They compare and sigh.
They want to prove.
They want to show.
They need me to tell themselves,
They won and for applause they try.
I don't need them to scale my victory.
I have found my way.
Reveling in all its mystery.
My joy needs no affirmation.
My existence needs no validation.
