LIFE
Down from the slope
I saw the steps
I thought
Were, the steps
To my calling.
All that mattered
Was, to believe.
When calendars
Churned out unending numbers.
And the process
Repeating in cycles
Of rippling rhythm,
When
The ripples flattened out,
And the rhythm turned silent,
Realization set in.
It was blind faith all along,
That belied convictions.
The first step of yore,
Had become the last one now.
And ahead once again,
The slope reveals itself,
Winding down
I not know whither,
But I know this
That am bound thither.
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 2:48 AM UTC
LIFE
Down from the slope
I saw the steps
I thought
Were, the steps
To my calling.
All that mattered
Was, to believe.
When calendars
Churned out unending numbers.
And the process
Repeating in cycles
Of rippling rhythm,
When
The ripples flattened out,
And the rhythm turned silent,
Realization set in.
It was blind faith all along,
That belied convictions.
The first step of yore,
Had become the last one now.
And ahead once again,
The slope reveals itself,
Winding down
I not know whither,
But I know this
That am bound thither.
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