Ferris Wheel
The Ferris wheel rotates, altering views,
each moment in time having appeal
for the knower, who has so seen,
thus frolicking in delight,
at the cyclic movement,
leaving for others
to colour life
by free will
choosing
joy
~
in
this play
we yet see
frowning faces
and fearful glances,
of contracted soul forms,
entrapped in past or future,
akin to a dead man walking,
frittering away the gift of life,
employing their own free will, to do so.
12-February-2021
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2021
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