Life,
like a
drop of
rain
sliding down
a pane of
glass.
The day
we are born,
our timeline
begins.
Slipstream of
of existence
rippling like
rain on the
move.
Weaving
to and fro,
as our timeline
extends.
Decisions
we make the
engine
that moves.
Choices
we make
determines
the ride.
End point
uncertain.
No way to
know.
Back and forth
then back again.
the rain drop
does go.
Back and forth
as the
decisions
mount up.
Swerving one
way then another
based on what
we decide.
Choose wisely
my friend,
as it will
soon come to
close.
- Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 23rd, 2019 19:17
- Category: Unclassified
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