Make or Break

When I wish to get lost in the woods,

or at times, long for some space to grow.

When I feel like dressing my best,

but I wear a wry dry look instead;

When I begin to forget what it was like

to have a day to myself …

looking out in the open,

to find Freedom at my window,

calling me out to play.

When suddenly I remember,

it’s time to rush home,

picking up lost time on the way.

Both roads make no difference.

This is when I need to be still.

To just exist. Breathe.

For a while to smell the flowers

and stare into nothingness.

A break to break the routine.

Or else to break down.

And then,

to break it down  ---

into words!

Photo Credits: KrishNair