Leaves Bud Anew

( It's been a while since I compose a sincere poem, so here it is.)

The chronology replays its part,

Clocks revert back to 12,

Year ended should 365 day-24 hour is breached,

Life reaches its conclusion, 

This are the comparisons of a new beginning.

Reaching the pathway where the two ends meet,

The consideration of a sane mind,

Whether to head back to the previous road taken,

Or just restructure right at this point, and proceeds forward,

Whichever the choice that determines the outcome that would be ridden.

Beneath every sheet of plannings, be it concrete or abstract,

Is the layout that conceals the lowest trench of a creation's essence,

Should be this drain of parallel path is discovered,

It could be said that one's planning is a sure success,

Which ends the roads of divergence in mind, and finally the sound state underneath.

One could choose either route that benefits most,

While considering every means of restructuring or start-point beginning,

As beginning from the past preference may be sorrowful,

But a solid guidelines from the past may be a guidance to the best,

So we could smile and claim, "I won't regret.".

Life is occupied with rules and tribulations,

As without each it would be imperfect and dull,

But we should consider to go along the path or choice that soothes the most,

Although it may be painstaking and misunderstood by underlings,

It's our beginning, and where the leaves bud anew.

<Inspired from a recent conversation with my course mate, and dedicated to the upcoming semester 4.  May everything goes well whether in my life, career and societies.  And may I'm not misunderstood as an emotional person.:-)>