A tree that is not always shady

Dreams grow slowly

We were little and wanted to be big
run after his own shadow
Among toys and ideals
under the sky that is too broad to have

But life is not like the picture in a coloring book
sometimes the color spills sometimes lost direction
And we grow like trees that are not always shady
Sometimes only dry one stands alone

dreams keep changing shape
From wanting to be a pilot to want to go home on time
from wanting to be a hero to want to live quietly

maturity
is when we know
Not everything needs to be won

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Another name for the search

In the middle of a pile of work and notification sound
There is an empty space that is quietly growing
gaping like a road hole
which has never been re -paved

we are bored with routine
But afraid of losing stability
We are bored with stale conversation
but reluctant to say honestly

Then we fill the days
with bitter coffee and sweet smile
pretty pretty so they are not asked what

Humans grow
but sometimes just to the side not upward
rooted in fear
instead of looming because of hope

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Simple but rare

Morning still comes with light
But we first opened the device
Instead of opening the window

At the dining table there is rice and bad news
In the heart there is prayer
but more often the status

Thank God today is no longer enough
But about who is more and faster

maturity
maybe when we can be silent for a moment
not pursuing anything
Just hug and say
I’ve been this far

And that’s okay

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Writer: trough
Editor: Rara Zaryry