The Slow Route

I took the slow route today
It's odd, but I think I liked it.

It turns out, the place that I live is remarkably beautiful.
The sun can indeed shimmer, if you look at it right.
If neither of you are going too quickly, you can exchange a good morning with strangers.
Close up, scenery isn't actually blurred.

The space between worlds is a destination itself
The journey is not intrinsically interwoven with the destination
Time, is not merely a deadline
Time is what we are given to experience the world.

The path I walked was beaten, but not previously be me
It had a stone wall one one side, sometimes. People tending allotments on the other
The streams flowed. Picking up some sediment, but also leaving it to rest.
Baby birds really are absolutely tiny.

The cliché of life going too fast is well known.
But life doesn't go fast. We do.
When we don't, we often don't move at all.
Needing to rest from going fast the whole time.

Slow. Slow is a new one to me.
Not quite rest. But far from fast.
I won't take it again for a while. Tomorrow is down as a fast day.
But the trail is not as unfamiliar now as it was.

Taken from http://hs2theslowway.blogspot.co.uk/

Yesterday, I took my bike in for repairs. Meaning I had an hour long walk to lectures. Given the choice of the conventional road route and the route across parks/over streams, I decided to gamble on the latter, hoping I could find my way. In addition, on of my favourite artists released an ambient ep, you can check here - http://levipatel.bandcamp.com/album/of-sleep-and-time - meaning that, today, I'm no where near as rushed as I should be.

Confessions of a Fake Extrovert

I'm the happy man, the new guy to meet

Always a grin, and cheerful to greet

Maybe not the life of the party, but certainly life in the room

Someone who seems to not feel gloom

There's no question I get joy from interaction

I do enjoy when I'm doing things and taking action

At parties you'll see me chatting to all

Confidence among strangers was never my downfall

I've never had an issue talking to new faces

I love to meet those who Life gave different races

I really do enjoy chatting and conversation

So please don't let this next fact cause you hesitation

While I do enjoy meeting others and hearing their view

I struggle to get up, I find life difficult to persue

The effort initial, I find harder than you'd be imagining

It's often why I'm late to many a gathering

The conversation itself also causes me to tire

Perhaps you may not guess when I have to retire

While still awake and aware, my mind still thinking

Just unable to join in with partying and drinking

I'll be clear - I do enjoy your company, I like you indeed

Though public life is hard I do not want to receed

But it's so much effort, I can clearly attest

So please forgive me, if I have to excuse myself for a rest.

Take my hand

Take my hand, there's a world to explore
All you need to do is leave your front door
It's the hardest step, but it's the most worthwhile
Please leave your doubts and ignore your denial

Take my hand, we can go anywhere you wish
Walk lands with mammals, swim oceans with fish
Please realize, right now, you could travel this earth
Thank how little you've seen so far since birth

This world is so big and broad and varied and vast
Expand your mind from the mold in which it is cast
There's places on earth to visit that you haven't been yet
If you just take my hand and make the first step

Meet many characters with which to converse
Make many lives in which you contribute a verse
Just know that though life gets better and life gets worse
That's true if you stay or you travel the universe

Let's see the moon from many any angle
Let's get into scrapes, though escape we will wrangle
Let's try new food, walk on new road
Repay your soul the debt of adventure it's owed

If you don't start now, you may never at all
I'll always be here, you just need to call
Feel wind in your hair and your feet on sand
We'll explore the world, just take my hand

Taken from Murad Osman's instagram - http://instagram.com/muradosmann/ from his #followmeto photo series

The Host

I imagine on this night, Life manifest as a reality show.
With the Host cloathéd in white from his head to his toe
His grin, it sparkles. His voice is veneer.
The lights go dark, his will becomes clear.

For now at least, he's running the game
He'll unleash your beast, he'll make you feel shame
He's got questions and challenges to test every master
Your heart starts to race as the beat it gets faster

"So, are you ready? Let's test what you know.
 You'd better be steady because it's 3-2-1-Go!
 You think you're an adult, I know this about you
 But that thought feels at fault, so let's see what you do"

I know I can't resist, I have no defense
But I get his gist, I put on a pretense
"Sure I'm ready host, I'll show you no fear"
 He knows this to be boast, he sees through me clear

"Host, bring it on, I can adult with the best
 Just ask almost anyone and bring on your test"
He grins ear to ear, raises his hands to the skies
And I know that right here, my pretense of adulthood dies

Snow. Snow falls from the sky in flakes
I know that I'll soon be revealed as a fake
I try to pretend it makes me sick, muster up a pretense
Start complaining about traffic, how cold it'll be hence

...I can't pretend for long. A smile beams on my face
I burst into song as my heart starts to race
I may be nearly an adult, but I'm still a child at core
The Host fades into his grin, triumphant once more