A new month, A new season, Will this new day be any different? The wind is blowing, the current is changing, something abound to happen, clues of foreboding that people had forgotten, maybe had began snowballing in the arena theater of the current actor that had been picked by a collage of actions,
Into something we haven't yet seen will it be, or will it be traces of the past that we took lightly,
Is it bad, Is it good, what changes will happen,
Movements that I didn't see before are approaching,
Is it a moment, or something for the start of the season,
I can't see it happening, just like how I know the wind,
I do know that it is there, but can I see it? It will be to big by then, can I dodge the disaster, who wrapped me involuntary,
Look, it swept all the things I live with,
All the the surroundings I live with, was swept away, my choice is it to go with it?
I'm sluggish, can I postpone the inevitable,
Changes, that's what it wanted dragging everyone with it,
It will be building something, after destroying the current thing standing on the land it will be building,
Swept by the flow, or leader of the current,
Swallow it hole, or have the authority of the role to choose it,
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Poet of Everday
PoetryI gave this to myself, On the thoughts that I have on my everyday, The little pieces that finally pieced together, To be the chapter of today, I warn you thou, A topic you might not like this will be, A topic about my christianity, Life, where I exp...
