In Hindsight!

I once spoke to a man wise beyond his years

He said twice I got bitten,"I got closer as it nears."

At the drop of a tear, he soon shed some light

That never take the blame for choosing the right.

The moral we learn is of how we compensate.

 

For the fear above all and turn our back on hate,

He carried an urn so that the well would lend

A reflection of the drink he will deeply spend.

So when the time comes to undo he would share

This story of what we nurture, and why we care.

It all began here, am I who? Change? Before the after I knew?

 

Or a redundant evil I go back to each time I do unto you

Is it harm that clears us all of our seeds of doubt?

It's the safety of his own urn that melts his drought

It's not the journey ahead while asleep he knew

But the same warmth, which he lacked to renew.

Too much of something yields not to temptation, 

It’s the inability to test ourselves more with apprehension

The chains will unshackle and a voice will awaken,

All from the transition to a knowing that won't weaken.

An uprooted gaze,  the world can begin to be left behind,

A constant dwelling which betters the soul from the mind

To look within not from the shelter as the wind blows

Where a reversal of fate is a movement not built on shadows

A growth meant that the loneliness had sprung to life above

Where the doors were left open for all of one's love!!

Showing a path where the dousing was just a lingering feeling

An abrupt streaming of visions right from the beginning

Time is tough time passes us by time leaves us undone

So we question the answer we were always looking to learn!

Men are from mars, women are from venus, We on earth are vices and versus!

Let's not read but a page from a book but be busy bees who love sweet nectar, yet with honey reimburses!