I don't know what to write
I have no words
I wish to write in pen
on paper
But here I am in front of
static blue screen

I could tell about me
many years ago
I remember times
running cross a field
of golden wheat
of green grass
and yellow dandylions

Warm wind in my hair
on my face
The smell of flowers
heavy in the air
Those were good times
they were the best

Those were the times
when I was yet to be
put to the test

But I can also tell of times
looking back on hard days
sharp as steel
cold as knife
 

Looking back
taking note of lessons
extracting valuables

For nothing in life is in vain
there is always reason
behind reason