fate

A poem about how everyday might be the same routine but you can always find awe moments which feel like fate

the transparency of car windows

a glimpse into someone’s’ soul

the vulnerability of having the windows rolled down

a yearning of no longer wanting to feel controlled

i’m the only one on the streets

its’ a quarter till five

the beaming light is falling

these gravel pavements are all mine

pedaling faster now

smile won’t move from that one kids face

the conscious effort of reading the subtleness

he’s chasing after that warm embrace

getting closer to dirt

comforting to know endless light awaits

a new day, a new street, a new kid

taking in every moment of fate