As the seasons change, the blue sky appears less and less.
The trees become shrivelled and bare of leaves.
This is the start of winter, the final transition before the cycle repeats
This is a regular occurrence, just as life and death, it will never stop; for that is the way of the world.
So just as you cannot stop life or death, you cannot stop growth or change, because change is stubborn, and things will change no matter how hard you hold on.
This truth is bound to make anyone feel insignificant and I am no exception to this as one thing becomes apparent to me;
Watching the lights of the road zoom past my vision as the warmth of the coffee I'm supoosed to be drinking melts away; fate doesn't seem to be something that waits.
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Poetica Vol. 02
PoetryI still find it hard to sleep, am I too hungry and need to eat? I lay here, tossing and turning. What is my heart yearning? I switch on the light and begin to write, perhaps words will put me to sleep tonight... [More original poems by me]
