Poems of K - 3. It will be better (I hope)

Days of early childhood filled with the smell

of dawn and dew, I see

chirping and crowing, I hear

the morning sun

Peeking at the horizon saying hello to the world

Of course, growing up you learn. You know better.

Dusk and dew cannot be smelt. Chirping and crowing cannot be seen.

Sun cannot be heard.

Yet you are missing every morning.

Filled with fresh sensations surrounding your senses.

You care not how to express it. You only feel it. Enjoy it.

Oh how time passes.

Of course, being an adult you mature. You have responsibilities.

Papers from photocopiers can be smelt. Datas from computers can be seen.

Blaring of horns outside can be heard.

You are not missing these things? How can you?

Just like childhood, your senses are overwhelmed.

But.

Not like childhood, your days are overflowing.

With documents and responsibilities and pressures.

Pressure to smile, pressure to please, pressure to be productive.

Pressure to be unhappy.

It is a means to an end, you say.

It is a necessary hardships for a better life, you say.

Look around, is your life better?

Are you getting what you want to get? Giving what you want to give?

Take a breath, take a seat. Clear your mind, clear your thoughts.

Is this really necessary? Is this really going to help you?

Is this sacrifice worth the results you're wanting to achieve?

Is life gonna be better?

Because you cannot hear the sun anymore, but you can always hear your soul.

You cannot smell the refreshing dawn anymore, but you can always smell the sweet end of your day.

You cannot see the chirping anymore, but you can always see the sounds of humanity.

You can always taste the bittersweet reality.

You can always touch upon the hearts of people.

Better yet,

You can always touch upon the heart of your own.

So be good to yourself, and be kind to others

Everyone has their problems, and so do you

Get through it if it is indeed a means to an end

Or so you believe

For at the end of the day, you matter most to yourself

And you long to smell the dawn, to see the crowing

and to hear the sun saying hello to you again.