Life is a continuous flow
left to right
up and down
no certain directions
holds the wandering eye down
As soon as i say these words
minds linger
Life is a combination
of endless stories
keeping the mind lingering
to show its way
by finding a new idea
from the coming of young
losing all
but a drop
Life is a changing
of the mountains
forming into hills
seas into valleys
and rocks into mills
everything is always
going as life is continuous
shooting through the
moon to open the stars
then there’s mars
As life begins to stop
waiting for the minds to catch
the new things that come up
falling through the sun
nowhere near
nowhere far
today
is a beginning of
tomorrow
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Sean Change is a mighty Goddess. Your poem points nicely at it. The end of your poem is the beginning of the next poem I read.