For you, Sweetheart, I am choosing to live dangerously.
The heart speaks in rhythms,
beats of the Earth pulsating beneath the bare feet of those who whisper omens.
Take note – vibrations of the atmosphere lean which way the wind blows,
and the commonality of it all, is that we forget to listen.
An understatement of tales too wise to take seriously,
or are they just too repetitive that we think we have heard them all?
These catastrophes happen too often
To ignore, well, it’s a travesty, but is “the way” to understanding
the just behind the means.
A fresh start is needed, yet how to chose it’s beginning? Oh my, my mind is full…
of the mapped out schematics which we call the future.
(Is it predetermined or is the moment up for grabs?)
Can we move on before knowing how our soles/souls will reach the ground?
Breath deep, out surroundings are limited.
Today’s a new day, but gone tomorrow.
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