pause

flying time
as if clouds passing by
was the clock taking its time
or like you
taking a few minutes to get here
because life chooses the path for you
unless you grab that time
that was yours to begin with if
you had never chosen to be in that place
it all makes the next thing happen
when one thing adds up with another and
like a simple equation the end result never would have occurred
and yet here we are
you and i
and this crossing of paths
as if the future was just very good luck
and was meant to be at the same time
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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