A Study In Dichotomy
The tumults of organized lives,
Often brings happiness and strife,
As we crawl hastily to our eminent demise,
Without birth there would be no life,
Without life there would be no death,
Without you there is no us,
Life appears to be,
A random state of organized chaos.
Copyright © Steve Crismond | Year Posted 2015
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