By Maya Green

I walk these baby steps
Driven by a vision, that holds
The path in front, slowly unfolds
I now see, what this vision beholds
So my own heart is now, my steps

A vision beholden, to its own maps
The further I go, the clearer it gets
Tentative moves, become surer steps
All I needed was, to make the first steps
So my heart’s hands, now move in claps

For when I move, towards a vision
The vision will move, along with me
It’s all rather simple, now that I see
The vision and me, are a melody
So to follow the heart, is the true mission

Saturday Aug 17, 11:44 AM
Shah Alam, Selangor DE