Just a Light Crossover

The elapsing of the year gets almost everyone busy, listing things to do and not to; What to leave out or cross over with Recreating the disfigured concepts of one's entity, Refilling the unfilled rows and columns of a mystery, It is like a bridge paradoxically unseen in the natural, A bridge which, others cross over unconsciously, Like people in the North Sentinel Island, the Pintupi Aboriginals; They're undisturbed with technical, social or economical changes. The beginning of a year, is like taking a long-light trip through a hall with appeasing leeways Getting lost and refound in the process Through this travel each one has precepts to follow The exit way is either an achievement or a lesson Each day is a cross over, Each night is a ride which takes everyone to past, present or future events Each morning is a recreation To reconstruct the fragmentary initiative. A happy and reproductive 2018 to the poetry members. :)