Vortex
Oh, how we change.
Not only year to year
Or month to month
Or day to day
Or even minute to minute:
But second to second.
Churning change.
Rise and fall of passions
Ebb and flow of energies,
Thoughts blooming and withering:
Watered and drowned
By the whirlpool that's
Forever whirling and swirling
And twirling around
Inside that person we call
“You”
You: as if you were one steady “you.”
Kind of a silly word
If you think about it.
Copyright © Anon Umus | Year Posted 2015
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