an hour and ten minutes more to my new dawn
thinking in retrospect about millions of paths roamed
along with the spots hovering in the inner soul
and the foreseeable enigma lie ahead
should I cut the cord in taciturn?
should I set a new tone in haste?
should I just let it like the flowing river?
should I turn back to the soothing whereabouts?
while my mind wanders in the obscurity
I keep looking on the core of epitome
to fathom whether it’s been already all
or I should just relentlessly walk on to uncover the better self
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