how do you know these things you know
when your gut tells you where to go
and you see the patterns begin to form
and you see streams begin to flow
and the tide begins to go
an opposite and different road
everything seems to fall in place
everyone seems to pick up pace
every day when you see a face
begin to lose its pride
as if there's not a guide
to hesitate
to lose a stride
they slowly fade from your world
as if they flee the periphery of your mind
a tide to reside upon a throne
soon it will all be gone
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Author:
Eugene S. (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
A poem that talks of intuition that thing that talks to us and tells us with no logic. And the end, the recognition that it is temporal and will be gone. A very good poem.
Love the interpretation. Thank you.
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