I can't make the days turn to night.
All I can pray for is the change dont take its time/
The clocks face us surprised
I'm not blinded by its games./
The tables turned in my favor,
Inspiration arrives!
& like a cut scene in the theater
The image raced out my mind.
Time wasted if I go out in a chase
A grin stretched over the face
The hands marked 2:45.
If i focus back to my page,
The minute hands counterclock
down two 35/
Now the expression has changed
Another victory on my side.
-Leonel_FTWB
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Tha Battle not faught
SpiritualNot every battle won is fought. or something like that. I forget the exact quote. anyway, you dont have to use brute force to win every battle. sometimes you just bring the attention back to yourself. one of my favorite poems tbh. very beautiful...
