Echoes a steady drumbeat on the cold hard floor below
Brings to mind the pounding of hearts
approaching the final battle
between mind and paper
never ceasing
ever fighting
till the curtain calls.
A curtain of absolution
washing away sins and thoughts
cleansing the mind and body of evil
sweeping away the horrors that lie within
I enjoy the humid warmth that is the smell of rain
for when the world is troubled outside
its easier to see the calmness in one's soul.
Thunder rocks the skies and lightning splits asunder
The clear parchment of a grey day
Misty drops obscure
details in the distance
a chill wind blows
and all that is important
is here and now
Where past meets future
we are present.
Whats done is done
Whats coming is not cast in stone
No power we have over our lives
But the daily motion
a drop in the ocean
not to sound sappy
but why don't we just be happy?
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