Hear...

You see how I trudge?
Along this road.
How I move and make my way?
How I learn and unlearn,
and then unlearn a little more ?
And let understanding creep in.
Carve its picture.

I discover myself.
I discover you.
Believing is seeing.
Becoming water.
Then dreading in one moment.
For you.
But letting the wind blow.
Finding happiness.
It's real.
And these moments,
I have no words.
I'm scared.To talk.
I won't.

I'm a spectator.
I'm a doer.
In every moment, I'm something new.
I knew certain things.
I know they exist.
They seem far away.
They will come back to me.
If I wait.
And not seek.
Maybe.

To learn from you,
I love.
To wait,
I learn.


-Merci.