When you are holding on
To nothing
And let your chances
Slip on by
You are going beyond all the world
And being someone
Who sees the everything
In naught
There is a single chance
A single time
That you can grasp
But more often than not you do not see it
And it slips through your fingers
So watch out for that single chance
My friend
That single moment to thrive
And then be
Everlastingly happy or else
Drown your sorrows.
A collection of poems and short stories, from a long time ago and from today. Some are light hearted, others are more serious, some are simply extracts from larger pieces of ficiton I am writing.
Sunday, 21 February 2016
20/02 Chance
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