The broken hall

Calls out

To me

In serenity

And purity

For all that the hall

Represents

Is the past and

Present

A hurried second

Carried me away

From the obscurity

Of the everyday

Into the rush

Of the hour of traffic

In my head

And on the road

So I left in a hurried second

And off I go

The smallest of efforts

Can provide

The highest

Good

So we must

Adhere

When we can

If we could

The days go by

And not a word

Is said or thought

About the past

Memories

That we have

In a way

We forget the old

To welcome the new

Me and

You

I yearn for the past

I yearn for the future

I don’t know what to expect

When I can’t go any further

So I take the moments

I get

In this life

To be thankful

For what I have

Word play

On an uneven day

Of wonder and

Remorse

Of course

The way ahead

Is to not lay dead

But to embrace

What will be

The future

Of you

And me

A resigning expose

Of letters

And words

From the worms

To the birds

The words that

Proliferate

Change

Have come due

It is very

Strange

At odds

Or bad odds

It seems odd

That the goal

Is to stagnate

The straight

Line of progress

So we sit in limbo

No matter where

We

Go

Along the path

Frequently travrled

I have made moves

Many a times

As the time goes

So my belongings go

Ahead into a new plqve

A new state

Of mine

As they say

On the given day

Arrival has been made

To make me appreciate

The new beginnings

That we have had

Over the time

On the planet