
Our lives are in a balance, precariously set in time.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry/Spiritual - Words: 188 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 02-11-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2634280
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A/N—I wanted to do something a little different. I hope you like it!
Rotations
The world turns slowly, catching what sunlight it can.
Life goes forward, as normally as it can.
Lies are made, as surely as the speaker can say them.
Promises are broken, as shattered as the person becomes.
You feel the rotation.
You can sense the truth of this.
But what we make of it,
Is how we shape our outcome.
We see the blatancy of this
And how we participate.
Our lives are in a balance
Precariously set in time.
Our worlds turn slowly
Individually and separately.
Our lives go on
Turns in the road only seen from a few steps ahead.
Lies flow from our lips
Just to see how long they last.
The promises we vowed to keep
Are broken like our hearts.
The rotation is felt
The truth is as well
As we go on
In the path of our worlds.
We make what we can
In the paths shown
And choose which way is best.
Our outcome is in our minds
Catching what sunlight it can
To grow.
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