The Bench You've Not Sat On

There is a life yet to be lived,

there is a flower yet to bloom,

it is not about the quiet winds,

neither about the people

you're with.

To unknown places,

to unknown destinations.

You are yet to be curious

about,

you are yet to explore.

There is a bench you've not

sat on,

there is a cloud yet to roar.

For there's nothing hidden,

if only you'd look carefully.

For there's oblivion,

if only you'd given it a thought.

There's a life yet to be lived,

there's a flower yet to bloom,

there's a bench you've not sat

on,

there's a cloud yet to roar