To Life
Our destiny chooses who we are
Yet still we wonder
Turning, spinning
In the dark, in our graves
And then the dawn comes,
As it always does,
And it’s time to rise
And shine again
With the dew
From that grave, pulled
Without a choice
To Life.
(5/27/25)
Copyright © James Moore | Year Posted 2025
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