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Survival - revised( P C )

Posted to Poetry

When that sun in the sky

winks its big, yellow eye

& sees thru my lies

will I still mean to be

the man I mean to be?

Torrid & burning,
the duet rises into aural plains
& speaks of love & losses gained,
all that remains of life hangs in the balance.

Sameness will change -
All that was new becomes commonplace
& will then erase
moments of subtlety -
Just a big game rearranging,
plain old sanity,
sometimes I think I'd die for it.

The everyday turns to excellence
in the blink of an eye.

Not the last word yet...