Sunday, October 15, 2017

Possible




The route we take is written,
no dearth of chances there,
what's possible is limited,
by natures individual, the

bulk of being long decided,
the stars do tweak the light,
but some pretense can drug
our minds, and challenge

who we are. It is in time
still teeming, the challenge
of our lives, we jump into
our being, and shock the

stories blind. For who we
are was long ago, the story
that we wrote, and sealed
in life material, on which

we make our notes. The
play of life is staged and
set, as we decreed and so,
each soul incarnates now:

we live so we may  know.

https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2017/10/14/wordle-322/

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