A rose petal withers,
falling, floating to the ground,
one after the next.
A little boy watches
and learns an Inexorably lesson;
life is not a bed of roses.
Today a boy is born,
he cries, and jerks…. so he lives.
If he doesn’t, he dies.
Just like the rose.
We survived, nonetheless,
Every human is elated
by the miracle of life.
Your young mind is that of a dilettante;
a natural explorer.
An old soul is erudite and diplomatic
when they’ve reincarnated once. Twice.
a pattern is repeated.
So let’s take a second away from our ego
and step into the mischevious unwelcoming world
wind grazes our skin
stars glisten above our crown
A mush of greenery surrounds us
A lighter stricks fire beneath your lip
Smoke blends into a beautiful abstract piece
Everything is blank like inner space
We hug a bottle of Johnnie Walker
like an anchor to a harbor
least we slip back into limbo.
The clock strikes a few seconds to twelve
Alas, it’s time to go
The door swings ajar
as we bid farewell to a solemn evening
What we have, this reveling feeling
no one can take away.
We shut the door behind us.
Time unfreezes, the pattern repeats.
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