The instinct

Take it,
Embrace it
Then create with it.

The story

When I walked past that place

It all returned back,

Like a sweep of a shadow

That clambered to pack,

Some more weight to the melancholy

Some more truth to the woe,

If only this recurring spirit

Would its face dare to show.

The light

I stopped for a moment

To capture the light

To treasure some seconds

Too soon out of sight.

I wanted to stay there

And press pause for the day,

But 'twas the relentless beat

That took me away.