Shifting Shapes
The shift is taking shape,
Shape shift to embrace the landscape,
Escape from the patterns,
Keeping you scattered.
Tattered souls losing their hold,
Battered and bruised their hearts grow cold,
Looking to scold,
Sharing the load.
Hoping they won't explode,
They drift into whole,
Losing control,
Falling so low,
They have to let go.
Releasing what they know,
Seeing a spark glow,
They reach into the flow,
Another season to grow,
As they're pulled into the sea.
Understanding their energy,
A visionary carrying the key,
Shifting with what they see,
Shaping their reality.
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