Full Circle
Life always comes full circle
The gravity of this phrase is lost in naivety
Blind to the fact that each day
Draws us more near to the end of a cycle
A cycle of growth
Of vitality
Every second that we waste on apathy
Is a tragic waste
We take for granted our beautiful lungs
Breathing effortless for us each day
Until one day we are married to machines
That do all of it for us
Breath, hear, eat,
Live
Embrace your place in the circle
Say no to nothing
Because before you know it
You will be crossing the finish line
Copyright © Britt Rose | Year Posted 2014
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