Love and Moderation

A walk, by the recreation,
breathing the fresh breeze friction,
and view the greenery sanctioned,

To feel the freedom,
while speaking to nature's confession,
Those are my daily mission.

Yet, after keeping my loafers,
I loaf, I lay,
In gloomy tunes, I decay,

Wonder and ponder to no turn,
For all that they have taken and burnt,
Bringing hopes and dreams to urn,
Yet never a lesson learnt,

We take, we make, we break,
To left and right, we fake,
But none is awake,
Oh! stop it, for goodness' sake,

Take a moment for realization,
This race was never your mission,
Why bow to all the promise of fiction?
When all we need is Love and Moderation.

-R.R