Change remains the constant,
The metamorphic mind
Granting multiple deaths
Throughout this one life
We fathom the cosmic coincidence,
Destiny foretold by the stars alignment,
Long dead suns providing light
At the end of our existential tunnel
Heed the signs on your lonesome walk,
Her blood will nurture the trail,
Shed wings will lighten the burden,
Don't mourn the butterfly.
About the Creator
Sincerely Rob
Escaping to the past, envisioning the future while stuck in the present
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