Someday I’ll quit the race and listen to my heart,
someday my heart’s beat will silence my desires,
someday I’ll commit to myself,
someday I’ll move to the woods.
The patient rhythm of nature,
matches my own beating heart,
the warm blood, the warm rays,
the deep inhales of cool wind,
the red roses, the violet petals, the deep green grass blades,
no concrete gray,
the stars above, fresh dirt underneath, me in between,
a man, an animal, a combination of the two halves.
For now, amongst the honking sounds,
amongst the curses, amongst the hustle,
amongst the smoke, amongst the drunk,
amongst the paper, amongst the ego,
my heart beats softly, pleasantly,
knowing that its counterpart is out there,
like a lost lover,
knowing that someday it’ll be reunited,
waiting for common sense to seep into my mind and limbs,
until then, with patience, my heart beats.
Learned Living 