Sensibility

 When the world gets sharp and messy, I’ll stay alert in what I see. I’ll turn toward what’s real with true value. Let my choices speak clearly—Yeah, that’s sensibility.

Sunlight on my windowpane,
Soft as truth, inspiring me to -
envision far and near.
People used to chase the loudest sound ,
Now they start to quiet off.
’Cause sense is more than style,
More than what they are trying to hide.
It’s knowing when to slow it down—
And when to stand, to speed up...


I’m learning sensibility,
How to feel without losing the right direction..
Hold my values like-
something precious,
Not a storm,
not an overwhelming emotions;
cool down before I speak out my thoughts—
Let kindness be my compass,
That’s the art of sensibility.


Red flags in a great smile,
I’ve stopped calling it “just a phase.”
Some outdated rules are meant to break,
So I continue to influence the progress.
I’ll read the clue underneath,
Not like fear or negligence.
Choose what makes me decide today,
And let the suspiciousness drift away.

Not too hard, not too cold—
Just balanced where I’m meant to stand firmly.
If I miss, I’ll still recover,
If I grow, I’ll still be an intelligent human being.

I’m practicing sensibility,
Gentle truth and steady energy.
When the world gets sharp and messy,
I’ll stay alert in what I see.
I’ll turn toward what’s real with true values—
Let my choices speak clearly—
Yeah, that’s sensibility.

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