It is the cycle of life.
Time moves,
Seasons change,
We change.
We can get stuck back in time,
Now in time,
Or in morrow's uncertainties,
But we change.
We grow,
We stop talking to those friends,
We make new ones,
We think they will stay,
But we lose them yet again.
We bend some rules,
And we break some.
We break some bones,
And we mend some.
We end up hurting others,
And we get hurt too.
We forgive,
And we are forgiven.
We think we control life,
That we have all the time,
But we don't.
Life is really short,
And it moves fast.
Death snatches people close to us,
We console others,
And we receive consolation.
We get worried,
We get broke,
We get money,
We get merry,
We think richness counts,
Only to realize it really counts less.
We get high,
We get drunk,
We hit the road,
We screw up,
We get to be the life of the party,
Then we make a party out of life.
We find love,
We make love,
We break up.
We get scared of loving,
We grow some thick skin,
And we learn to love again.
We find our soulmates,
We know who they are,
Yet someway somehow,
We never get to end up with them.
Reason?
Maybe it's ego or pride or fear?
Who knows?
Twisted how this world spins,
The axis degree keeps shifting,
The stars take time to align,
Or they just never do.
Nevertheless,
We find someone to grow old with.
We have kids,
We struggle to find balance,
They grow,
We see us in them,
We try.
It is the cycle of life.
Time moves,
Seasons change,
We change.
Time moves,
Seasons change,
We change.
We can get stuck back in time,
Now in time,
Or in morrow's uncertainties,
But we change.
We grow,
We stop talking to those friends,
We make new ones,
We think they will stay,
But we lose them yet again.
We bend some rules,
And we break some.
We break some bones,
And we mend some.
We end up hurting others,
And we get hurt too.
We forgive,
And we are forgiven.
We think we control life,
That we have all the time,
But we don't.
Life is really short,
And it moves fast.
Death snatches people close to us,
We console others,
And we receive consolation.
We get worried,
We get broke,
We get money,
We get merry,
We think richness counts,
Only to realize it really counts less.
We get high,
We get drunk,
We hit the road,
We screw up,
We get to be the life of the party,
Then we make a party out of life.
We find love,
We make love,
We break up.
We get scared of loving,
We grow some thick skin,
And we learn to love again.
We find our soulmates,
We know who they are,
Yet someway somehow,
We never get to end up with them.
Reason?
Maybe it's ego or pride or fear?
Who knows?
Twisted how this world spins,
The axis degree keeps shifting,
The stars take time to align,
Or they just never do.
Nevertheless,
We find someone to grow old with.
We have kids,
We struggle to find balance,
They grow,
We see us in them,
We try.
It is the cycle of life.
Time moves,
Seasons change,
We change.
Nice piece right there Ivy!
ReplyDeleteThank you Gab!!
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