The Pattern of Life

October 21, 2007
Hold on,
But the hand pulls away,

And you fall

Into the unknown.

It has its reasons,

It has its roots,

But it’s only you,

Light as a feather,

Who doesn’t know

Where she has flown.

Carried by wind,
You see only demons,

The world is alien,

But you don’t care

You start to let go

Of the blinding fear.

You are so lonely,
But by now you like it,

Appreciate it,

Enjoy it,

You savor this time

And you don’t sh ed a tear.

The fog starts to clear,
And disappears completely,

You are newly aware

Of the beautiful world,


Down below.

The clock is ticking,
And everything slowly fades

With the circling minutes

It’s time to go.

Hold on…

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