Who Knows How It All Turns Poem by Eillio Imbasciati
Who Knows How It All Turns
Didn't write it down,
Won't write it off
But it never seems fair,
Never to be right enough
Keeping pace, barely being heard,
There's a room for every voice, but not every echo or word
Movement, not necessarily action,
May lead to better results, instead of senseless grappling
Who knows how it all turns when attempts are being made,
But it's worth the time to take a chance and play
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