Look...
Over their..
Heads
mattering not
It's behind you
Disguised and dressed in illusion
a thing of apparent
Beauty and elegance
Dancing in the vibration of its own will
Being the tuning chord
the fork in the road
Where the paradox collapses
and choice is made
Have I lost the mind
Ahead yet behind
Turning, left, left, left...
Not yet coming full circle
For when my mind eats it's own tale.
in a completed fashion
Not a single thing will be changed
Other than the nothing
That matters to me
Called the future
Oh!
That which I wont ever know.
For when I come full circle
I loose me flailing end
and fate accomplished
I will be dead.
©wrennie
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