Monday, May 9, 2022

109/365 - Freehand

 


I don't know when
it changed
The hill
was summited
the wind
rearranged
And now I keep 
gaining speed
It gets harder
and harder
to do all
I need
with so much 
to juggle
at once
This is where
the balance
comes
Because you can't
always 
press
pause 
on life
Sometimes you have
to let go
in order
to fly

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