A Different Day

This life we live is but a different day, as through eternal time we saunter on our way. No thought of where our ramblings finally lead or consequences born in spreading of our seed. What perchance doth our existence mean to those who had we not sprung forth might find life’s close. But now because we altered their path too must find direction that has sprung anew. One act can not be isolated from the whole for each and every tremor makes purpose to its role. Not only central ripples wash to waveforms make but repercussions speed their turn to take. And in their wake there’s nothing left behind that touched by universal differences then find no longer may their pathways stay the same, for all and everything plays tribute to this game. The life we live is but a different day as through eternal time we saunter on our way. No entity or action independent to our fate, but destiny dictated, determined by the weight of amalgamated lifetimes in an ever shifting pool of human interaction that combines to make the rule that total dedication to the way things should be done can’t make any difference, so we may as well have fun! Ivor G Davies