A poem that I read long ago but the essence of which still lingers in my mind..

What is this life if full of care, we have no time to stand and stare?
No time to stand beneath the boughs and stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass, where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see in broad daylight, streams full of stars like skies at night.
No time to turn at beauty's glance, and watch her feet how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can enrich that smile her mouth began.
A poor life this if full of care, we have no time to stand and stare.

(W.H Davies 1871-1940)

Core..

It was callow then and it’s mature now,

It’s like a song I want to hear again and dedicate again to someone,

I was caught in the memories but now I am out of them,

Just to get trapped in the new.

Is it going to be the same way?

Profound, yet incomplete,

Irresistible, yet restrained,

Refreshing, yet afflictive.

I thought through the dawn to the dusk,

Through the darkness to the light,

And through my heart to my mind,

Birds in the cage do not dream of clouds!