Meandering

strange how dreams change

odd how desires shift

in life's flow people grow

we watch the patterns drift

our futures rearrange

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imaginations fly free

minds turn to dust

bodies aching lose their youth

swords red with rust

colors bleed from the world we see

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time feels a thin curtain

easily parted, pulled aside

loops and circles do confine

the ones who don't decide

who won't be certain

Author Notes: I'm not usually this tired at 11:15, but here we are.

Upon rereading this, I still don't know where it came from. Oh and I hate the title.

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