Justin R. Hart | Monday, 05 July 2021 | Print
Justin R. Hart
When choice becomes a fertile wind,
it can blow in flow like water
with least resistance to rescind,
while touching in ways much broader.
There is a basic balance lost
between delirious desire
for freedom and its counting cost
of chaos and frivolous fire.
We teeter on a lonely ledge,
still time creates equality
with a randomness on the edge,
offering lives more quality.
As we can’t directly go back
when we choose our separate way,
we’re still free to find what we lack
to balance the past each new day…
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Posted 10:53 pm | Monday, 05 July 2021
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