I am at a pivot of equilibrium constantly
Rotating through the spins of gravity
On my balancing act, serving as a coil
In the mechanism of my throttle against "hamper"
And this way, and that way; onward advancing
I am but "pulverizing" through sides wobbly with stride
Constantly establishing a’ reassigning against "taunts" battle
My notion and belief in the chalices of fate
A paradox exercise of undertaking
Brave like a lion and without
While breath bequest me a life to live
I will always be rotating through this spin
To a destination fostered laid to attain
Forrest Gump be my guide
yes Forest Gump is good and kind and would be a good guide.
ReplyDeleteI'm just not getting a lot of these this week. Sadly, this doesn't bring anything but a confused jumble of words to my mind, so I can't even get a clear image. I'm sure it's well written... but maybe this kind of poetry simply isn't for my kind of mind *smile*
ReplyDelete'chalices of fate' - very profound!
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