Thursday, August 1, 2013
Friday, August 3, 2012
Slice of game
As small slabs of fruit fall into my bowl as I cut them,
I am reminded of the moments in my daily life,
With each cut no slice is the same,
Wise words for those that under stand this game,
Like beast in its cage,
Waiting to be unleashed,
With no determined time of strike,
I am reminded of the moments in my daily life,
No slice is the same,
What is held in one is not in the other,
This is not to taken as a rule,
That would make me a fool,
The game is the game,
with little or no change,
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