Cycles

by May 26, 2020Original Poems

Cycles

Almost the end of the month again. 

Cycles that never break. 

Breaking the spirits of those who know they want something more. 

More life. More out of this type of living, 

where each day connects like pipes 

while we plunge away our risky appetites. 

Time flies faster with age.

Each day means less time to live out this stage to the fullest.

Each day we don’t take a step, 

is a day we may regret 

not leaving this box where 

the world’s unoriginality is kept.

2-25-2020

 

Don’t be afraid to follow your dreams, even if they don’t fit into what society expects of you.

What’s something you’ve always wanted to try, but haven’t?