Inner-workings
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Life through love.
Yet, when push comes to shove
Our presence flies like a dove
Falls off like a glove.
For to live is to love
Yet, what shall I choose to be neglectful of
At the end of the day I look above.
At the end of the day
I see the spiteful way
The truth of what makes you afraid
me.
The days sway and bend like tall trees in the wind
The hours dwindle to minutes and stretch to seconds
The time we thrive off of tricks us to thinking that we too can live forever
But, sometimes we slip into a second that seems to be everlasting
That second draws itself into endless hypnosis
Drawing us deeper and deeper into the reality that,
Just like every second. It must come to a grim end
And along we go, swaying like the trees in the wind
Trying to find yet another
Endless tick in time.
Submitted: November 14, 2021
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