It always goes something
Like
Cold, to warm, to hot,
To burning.
Is that how it is?
That’s what I’ve been
Observing.
From conflict,
To fight,
To war,
To catastrophe,
Sure, it could be a
Better analogy.
But still,
From cloud, to
Drizzle, to
Rain, to
Storm,
It always comes
Crashing down at the top.
From best, to
Good, to
Fine, to
Worst.
You reach the peak,
Just to fall to the bottom
Of Earth.
Nov 14, 2025
Nov 14, 2025 at 1:48 AM UTC
It always goes something
Like
Cold, to warm, to hot,
To burning.
Is that how it is?
That’s what I’ve been
Observing.
From conflict,
To fight,
To war,
To catastrophe,
Sure, it could be a
Better analogy.
But still,
From cloud, to
Drizzle, to
Rain, to
Storm,
It always comes
Crashing down at the top.
From best, to
Good, to
Fine, to
Worst.
You reach the peak,
Just to fall to the bottom
Of Earth.
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