Triggered with the heat,
and assaulted with the welcomed conditions.
No notion falls inside that mind
that is keen to follow
that has ne’er followed its own self.
Maybe it could stand to be a treasure,
or else a sympathy delivered from the sun.
I stand on the footway where dangers are obvious,
and regard those complexities that happen so often;
and find myself lost
where i don’t know but enjoy.
These turmoils are basic i know it but as a hint,
maybe these torments don’t get cleared after life as well.
And i’m ready to grow all my chests go bigger;
for i can surrender much…
-Rupésh van Morvick