Why won't the clouds stay put?
Constancy is such an ironic concept.
Would you freeze time,
Or would you prefer to slide further
Down that turret of indecision?
Cradling times of failed identity,
And those of the unrestrained serenity.
What defines you is what you dictate,
Some you will like,
More you will not.
Life is Resistance
Happiness lies in unusual places.
Conquering that resistance was never meant to be.
Just negotiate the spikes
And get by with peace within.
Time is fickle, is that clichéd?
One day the storm will terrify you.
On another your soul will electrify.
What will you choose?
Will you have a choice?
When your clock ceases to tick
You will remember a precious few.
An ocean of vague memory,
You cannot hold it with your hands,
You cannot walk over it.
It will not yeild.
Unless you walk away.
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