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Life cycling

02/02/2022
Life cycling

New beginnings,
Inevitably leave old endings.
Old ties to your fates past.
As you lead yourself forward and into the future.
Perhaps on a new path. 

These white washed walls,
Don’t hide my fears,
Or make up for sodden souls.
What I live by,
I live by,
By Doing it right.

Behind the walls of my mind,
Thoughts are shackled,
Like My young self,
Chained to my heart.
Feeling complacent. 
So we love.
We care.
As Without either or freedom,
I have no soul To bare.
We rise and we fall.
 We live.
 We learn.
Staying alert to the vulnerabilities out there.
As we know all to well,
What lurks in the darkness.
So leaving them shackled,
 seems to me fair.

If in doubt,
Just block them out,
That’s been my motto for 22 years.
22 years now,
 of my cancerous bout.
If you’re quick,
You might get a good deal at the bookies or a dodgy ticket tout.
My life may soon be up for grabs.
On this life cycling roundabout.
Although I remain optimistic, 
That in at least 44 years,
I’ll still be about. 

It’s OK though.
We live.
We die.
We recycle our lives,
So a new one of us,
can be made and grown.
A new I.
Well if incarnation is a thing,
Then That’s what I shall now and forever live by.

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