Maybe

Though I hope not permanent,
I’ve chosen to experiment.
A change in course is needed,
or soon to be defeated.
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Continued escape or actual rest,
sleep will be my ultimate test.
Nights a daze and days are night.
Wake must I to dream what’s right.
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Torn by a future unknown,
and times gone now to own,
reflections of the past have all been seen.
Death looms, the now in between.
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Better days will come with the bad.
Some day’s happy, others sad.
Success or failure is for us to see.
Probing’s always costly but results free.

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Charting points of worry and worth,
noted a pattern of mindset and mirth.
Positives charge with a forward flow.
Negatives draw from cycles that glow.
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Graphically clear’s lines emerge.
And time’s plotting more to surge.
The future’s what we’ll become,
when the whole is the sum.

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Moments Monumental

With each day we do learn,
life is more than we yearn.
Responsibilities never end,
more to share and to lend.
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We give and take for others sake,
returns in kind for us to make.
Care is given when received.
Truth abounds when not deceived.
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Time propels, weights constrain,
with each second the past we gain.
Hearts and minds of equal measure,
balance stacked for us to treasure.
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Skies brighten and again to dim.
Stars don’t shine on a whim.
Thinking love, feeling wise,
tomorrow’s I hear are before our eyes.

~*~
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No Falls in Sight

Our summer’s now near to end.
Joy’s found with a new best friend.
Autumns turn we’re soon to see.
And together closer we will be.

The winter warmed when we did meet.
Spring blossomed, our feelings grew sweet.
The future’s unknown.
But seasons have shown.

Our time’s vibrant, never gray.
And our love shines brighter each new day.

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Uncharted Waters

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Where a river meets a bay,
a quaint sheltered village lay.
Ships of yore still ply the docks.
A tiny lighthouse warns of rocks.

Haunting sounds linger on the breeze.
Shanties of old still to please.
Times bygone we’ve all to explore.
The past opens today’s unknown door.

Nights brighter compared to the then.
Our days shorter way back when.
Yesterday’s preserve tomorrows map.
Horizons calm or a trap.

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