Rain

John Prophet

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 Offline)
  • Published: August 23rd, 2019 19:17
  • Category: Unclassified
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