The Cave

The cave, where we dine and dwell,
Sleep well and tell, of folktales unheard,
Travel and journey through roads and back,
When times are good and times are bad,
hard. Where we've dreamt past, the future present,
presenting gifts expecting consent, gratitude,
grateful hearts from they that we cherish, we love.

They who we would give our all to be with,
always praying they never get to perish,
die. But live eternally in our hearts..
beyond the hurts and cuts, the bruises.
Because they've walked in our shoes,
a mile or two, as they happened to choose,
to make us happy; even when we smiled but cried..
Those tears of joy but grief, anguish.
Mixed to no taste over time but we want…
We desire: To overcome and live life positive..
We admire: The heroes of age who overcame with a motive.,
the distinguished architects of success.
They inspired, we aspire..
albeit, higher.
For the road less travelled,
we climb, the steepest of hills., mountains.
Where we surmount our pains and turn them into joy, gladness.
Motivated and obligated, to maintain happiness..

The time has ticked and the Math is done.
Done to its best because; It’s the thought that counts.
The thought that is the air we breathe inside our cave, the cave…
The cave, that is our mind.