It is a deadly enemy,
It is our most trusted companion.
We shy away from it,
We seek it out.
It twists and turns,
It moves in a straight line.
We hate it,
We love it.
It is worthless,
It is priceless.
We fear it,
We embrace it.
It is a never ending paradox,
It is change.
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Mind's Tales
PoetryIf you're one of those folks that think that all poems need to rhyme, I'm sorry. In any case, this is a simple collection of poems. A few of them rhyme. But most of them don't.
