I did this thing
And I liked that I did it
But when you pull back
You see that it's yet another cog
Another factor in play
All events are such as thing
Cogs turning in the machine that make up
Our lives
Turns without a knowingly end
Some cog finish their cycle but others take their place
Who are we but our consequences
From actions taken
We live according to our frame work
12:12
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Two Five Nine
PoetryA collection of poems , all written at midnight during the Covid-19 Pandemic. Streams of consciousness, ranging from all ends of the emotional spectrum.
