Survival Is Never Casual
2b or not 2b, that is for questing
Floating along, but I keep flapping
Flying above but seeing both high and low
Loco is my flow, or is that how it goes
Expressing points for discussion or restitution
Evolution is instilled, standing quite still
While the earth is in constant motion
Rivers of tears are smeared on like lotion
You can tell, cuz my skin is dry and hardened
Alarmed when desires are speaking solely
Standing more on faith, almost completely
Assured in the state of appearances deceiving
Relieved to be alive and still breathing
Enjoying each step towards impressions
Recalling movements and vicarious swings
New to some but still sung and heard before
Can’t claim wisdom, but reminisce wistfully
Aesthetics changes me from new to reborn
Mist of obscure peculiarities vaguely cause stir
Days now slightly shorter but I tarry on
Each chance is a reprieve of happenings
Fashioning me to be quite endearing to perseverance
I’m hearing my favorite song sung differently
Formality in auspicious serendipitous occasion
Testing met yet again for that precious mettle
Never muddled by confusion in losing sight
Dreams were placed in me for reasons
Seasoning and Defining my current arrival
Whether tripping or slipping or falling in or out
Circumspect of karma and kudos, I’m swept up
In dimensions of profound reasons effecting
Casually I enter but survival is most critical……
When time keeps on leaving!
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