The drag
in the moment
the creep
of the clock
why is all so still
Is not the life
All about moving?
The rush
of the desires
The whirlwind
Of temptations
Why is all so blurred
Is not the life
All about vision?
Am I further
Or getting closer
Away from being born
Or closer to death
Why is all so dead
Is not the life
All about living?
A breath taken
A breath given away
A world consumed
A world exhaled
Why is it all so full
Is not the life
All about being empty?
The moment passed
The next one arrived
It’s not the same
It never will be
Why is it all, yet so static
Is not the life
All about change?
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A poem of contradictions. 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼
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Yes. Just like life. Thanks for stopping by
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You’re welcome
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