Future Path of Erupting Life
Temperaments in time can change as easily as the currants
of the sea.
Starting out on this adventure of life there seemed to be
endless time to walk thru many doors.
But now looking up I notice the sun's glow not as bright.
Is that my imagination failing eyesight or the natural
passing of time in a day?
How many moments do I have to decide which wave to
follow to the open doorway?
Abundant choices of separate corridors all inside your
one dwelling place.
Fierce red streaks begin mixing with golden sun rays letting
me know of limits.
A sudden unplanned , uncharted storm on the horizon
quickens the urgency of how long is my
pause and can I see multitudes of the
whole inside in time?
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