Adding a dimension, a new possibility,
Not bound by outcomes, just pure potentiality.
Desires unmet, now within our grasp,
Which ones we choose, in our hands we clasp.
Not bound by outcomes, just pure potentiality.
Desires unmet, now within our grasp,
Which ones we choose, in our hands we clasp.
Old patterns break, new paths ignite.
No mental clutter clouds our sight,
Tradition bends, new dreams invite.
Being present, minds stay bright,
Fear of failure gives us might.
In memory's release, ideas light,
Creation blooms in endless height.
Bright ideas fight through the plight.
When questions rise, wisdom flies high,
As wonders grow, answers glow nigh.
Dreams weave schemes, themes so supreme,
Gleams beam from thoughts, reality's stream.
Hearts embark on this arc of art,
For questions spark the start of smart.
And glad we could not travel both
But be one traveler, long we stood
And looked back two as far as we could
To where they bent in the undergrowth;
Then took together, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because they were grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, we kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
We doubted if we should ever go back.
We shall be telling this with a smile
Somewhere sages and pages hence:
Two roads emerged in a wood, and I—
We took the one that made this moment,
And that has made all the difference.
Drawing in deeply, my chest expands,
A moment of stillness, clarity in the pause,
Slowly exhaling, tension melts away,
Rhythmic breaths, a soothing, meditative beat,
Grounded and centered, reconnecting with now,
Calm and focused, ready to face the world.