whistles

amidst the hubble and the hush hush...
walking by...
loitering really...
being ushered into a new realm...
lamenting...
the long walk...
the steamy conversations...
the eloquent verbose moments...
those pregnant pauses which never cease to fascinate...
there you are...
somewhere...
waiting...
i walk past...
the noise...
the pandemonium and the mayhem...
to you...
for the skies are smiling...
and the heaven has opened its doors...
the starry lit night...
the satisfaction of a victory...
at the expense of a rival...
always...
for we are who we make of ourselves...
for the roads that we etch out with our own tardy hands...
for all the arenas that we gain access to...
never looking back...
always thrusting forward...
inertia powering us...
to a reality that is sometimes unbelievable...
because...
it is yours...
and mine...
and you know that is where you belong...
to a good life...
and i walk ahoy whistling(or trying to).