I haven’t written in a bit,
Yet life continues to live.
I flow with life’s current,
Rolling through the fog.
Drifting with a loss,
With only a short time to pause.
But stop and stared as I may,
The picture floats away,
So the time has come to sit and think,
To prospect, enjoy, and laugh,
As you have such pretty things; they can leave you
In a gasp.
My thoughts that I offer,
Are just some strands,
A few ideas.
To think on, and to ponder.
Yet the cycle begs again,
Consuming my current entity,
For now, the strains hold me here,
And soon I shall be no longer.
But form again, these strands weave in
Currents flow throughout me.
Sometimes I try to change the past,
And the current ripples around me.
So as I stay,
Inside my place,
Grasping the strings of this idea,
That currently works beyond me.
Good times come and good times go,
The currents are ever-changing.
As I fix on a point,
Suddenly it changes around me.
So at last, I gasp,
As I sit still and real.
Reflecting on all I’ve seen,
The picture shows its path.
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