Think And Rise
Poem By Ryan Alchakaki
Passion for grace and joy race
Roads of blocks, or let them live,
Traces of motive in the path of life
Just looked on the lights ahead,
And the brisk breeze that moved in.
The past haunted the air again,
Smiling to us it suddenly said:
Force me back, not my times they mind;
And live ahead with me in the soul guide,
And fly above, so leave the worried aside.
Since when, or now came to take a leap
Everyone with the old round should keep
If they may, they all with caution ...
Shall jump and straight be in joy deep.
Who looks forward and who turns the wheels?
The power above or the one within;
Whereas, principles are really the same
From the old and new; and they shall live
But where will they land on their feet?
Don't bring back the time, you may try !
Ask, however for its merit and worth.
With your hands grab the hooks and go
To the past; collect and forward you flow.
The current will not wait, so think and rise.
Leave the waves small, let them die.
Stand high; conquer; you have a role,
Or the next round up you are the silent past.