The yearning ---------------------- I had grown tired of the city I was living. Life had started to follow a routine. It was comfortable and it was good but in those minutes between, I had started to think otherwise. It had reached a point where those few minutes between started to influence the good times and I started to consider. Maybe it is time, I moved on. Move on from this comfort zone I was currently living  to something new. Doubt ---------- Right now, there are moments I wonder if made the right choice. I realize it only means I should have done it sooner. The smooth and fast pace is now replaced by a need for patience, and learning and creating the new normal. I am now surrounded by a new set of people. A friend had once pointed out, " You are an acquired taste". So in all those moments of anxiety, I remind myself, give it time. Let the episode of your brash arrogance fade away, you can shine after. Until then, stay focused, there is a herculean task ah...

The night will be young, Stars not yet in, People will be sober, Fun, yet to begin One shot of rum, It will be bitter and contrite, Two, three and four, We will be merry, ready to fight Why stop when the night is young, Why stop when there is rum, Isn't it better to drink your fill, Isn't it better to ride the night till the morning begins 9pm is too early a time, At 9pm, we are neither drunk nor high, Why sleep while sober and tranquil, When we can Merry, with conversation and rum