All in good spirit!

loosing the thread, walking in the sky against presumptuous gravity
standing boldly in harsh winds only to be tied again in insanity

feeling like an open book, with stories to be written
memories to be created, incidents to be added, people to be explored

looking in the mirror, statring at my posture,
gazing into my eyes only to find someone with a question

sinking in a shallow pool, with foot at the bottom
hands over my head and pushing myself with caution.

Gaging my strength, giving life with weakness
only for the unseen future of dance with happiness

Secluded from feelings, living in the present
such distinct styles like two banks of the river
ending this struggle with just one flesh in common
Time, Time will move on with no regards What So Ever.