And I Hold on

Through the window I watch the morning dew

The breeze sublime with people so few

All wades away, I hear the ranting slew

And I hold on to the moments that flew

Struck with awe, I see the dome in sight

A dome of knowledge, I missed without a fight

At the end of the tunnel I see the light

Still in the tunnel and I hold on to my plight

A rare blend of emotions flood my insipid mind

Watch the city blending novel with the olden kind

Charles that flows with elegance hard to find

And I hold on watching the beauty turn me blind

An experience amidst several, treasured in the past

The past lost in the shadow that the present overcast

The time I try to stop only paces ever so fast

And I hold on to reality for it will forever last

Note: This poem is based off my visit to Cambridge, MA a few weeks ago.