Echoes. Hear 'em.

In the wee hours of the morning,


While some of us are still tucked in our beds,











There are some already up and about starting a new day.

Standing alone at the side of everything, i silently observe.

Among everything, i tend to notice the tiniest details.












I see doors that are open, but only to reveal another closed one inside.

















I see closed doors that are locked to the maximum, as though afraid that opening just a lil' might mean the end of the world.

















While some just seem a few steps away from getting to the top,

















Others just seem to make you go round and round in circles.

















Then there're those that just seem to go on and on and on.












But what matters the most are the trails we leave behind us and what we take with us, the lessons learnt. Is it not?
























Till the time comes for me to ponder and be vexed,