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Jan 2017
“Take the straight path”, they say.
but the world never adheres to that.

Cliche as it is:
like moths to flame, the world
orbited endlessly as dictated
by its weary cycle.

The compromise is to never
get too close.

Afraid to burn, Earth
with its fragile body;
Afraid to burn, Sun
with its desire for attention.
Neither side moved
due to mutual benefits, instead
embraced the stalemate.

Something to break the chain?
Answers may be non-existent
because we live in the present
too much… or
perhaps meteors
able to eradicate everything? And
if destruction is the only choice then,
are we supposed to choose?

Right now, we follow
its cause — gravity,
that’s why we fall.
painful bonds.
tarma-de
Written by
tarma-de  Philippines
(Philippines)   
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