sometimes
the wind shifts
and words slip
and even the brightest of days
are lost to haze
and you sit
and wonder
and sit
wondering
how quickly things held
can be dropped
when the heart stops
the mind still turns
slowly turns
head over heals over head
over
the smallest of mistakes
have the highest of stakes
in one quick flash
you see the past
in the future
forgetting to question tomorrow
lets history repeat
but you're in so deep...
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I really like this, especially the "and" sequence.
ReplyDeleteIt is if you are coming from my head. I have never been more moved by someone eles's thoughts, fears. Thank you for truly getting (you). Maybe one day I can be as inspiring. too the undune souls.
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