Do not walk circles in tomorrow’s maze.
Some don’t see it,
“A stright slope … “,
tired travelers would say
“straght to hell,
or maybe heaven.”
Caverous walls resound their proclaim
On it meanders, along the uncertain.
Half lit. Half dark.
You fret (as humans do).
Is there reason not to?
Do not let tomorrow’s teeth
gnaw today’s bread.
Do not let its distant glare
blind the path beneath your tread.
Breathe, my dear.
Know grief, but do not kneel to its ghost.
Hold joy, but do not clutch its fading ember.
Let life sway—unmet, unnamed.
Walk now.
Breathe.
Begin.
Yourong Frank Wang 