Flow

some days life struggles to define itself
other days the hours roll straight off the shelf
some days fickle wind refuses to blow
other days nothing can stop the wind’s flow
some days start out headed straight toward hell
other days impossible to foretell

will not always be a reason or rhyme
to go with purposeful use of our time
lack of confidence and indecision
second thoughts, stage fright, fear of derision
disturbances which mess with our feelings
existence often complicates being

not always going to be a smooth flow
yet ever onward is where we must go

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David Kavanagh

Date: 8/7/2022 12:44:00 PM

All relative to the observer NG, but ever onward nonetheless, I often ponder is time aware of itself on some level, or just measured through life’s consciousnesses, an enjoyable sonnet, cheers David