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Mar 2020
Tossing, and turning, and looking around
Life's but a cycle, you're up then you're down
Just like the seasons constantly change
But every year, it repeats, just the same


Sometimes it's harder to see brighter days
When lies and deceptions keep crawling your way
Would it be better to fight all the waves,
Or float like a leaf when it's fanned by the breeze?


Hayayay... I don't know
Hayayay... All I know
Things will be better in the end


Tossing, and turning, and looking around
Here in the crossroads confusions abound
Too many paths, don't know which one to take
Running, moving ends up— the same place


Maybe it's better to sit and be still
Perhaps all the worries just might disappear
Just like how flowers need sunlight and rain
We grow through the seasons, so endure the pain


Hayayay... I don't know
Hayayay... All I know
Things will be better in the end
This will turn into a song.
I am a noob writer so kindly send me your thoughts and ideas on how to make this poem better. 😊
MA
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   Thomas W Case
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