Sometimes the best things
Come from nowhere at all,
Rushing in like a summer wind,
Then gone a moment more.
Opportunities strike then fade into the darkness,
Life ever flowing,
Ebbing and changing, never staying the same.
After all, it wouldn't be interesting
If everything stayed the same.
May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 10:39 PM UTC
Sometimes the best things
Come from nowhere at all,
Rushing in like a summer wind,
Then gone a moment more.
Opportunities strike then fade into the darkness,
Life ever flowing,
Ebbing and changing, never staying the same.
After all, it wouldn't be interesting
If everything stayed the same.
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