Sunday, 17 May 2009

Not sure about this one.

Constant Change

Everything Always in a State Of Flux
Living is Vibrant and Loss Happens Lots
Surrender to Breathing to Get Through The Day
Everything Changes it's Own Opening Way

Tired from Fighting The Pull in my Heart
That Calls Out to So Much, To Relish it's Part
Realising Slowly The Terror of Death
That Plagues, from the inside, Every Breath

The Focus on Moment is Tainted with This
The fear of it Ending, the Things I Would Miss
So there is my constant, the pull and the strain
Between Loving it fully and Feeling That Pain.