Wrapped and yet wrangled we go, don't we.
Passion for having it all and whatever that means.
We go and go until we go for good.
How do you not see the me they all see.
I will never know as I go and go.
Pushing myself to push you onto me.
The want of the world or at least those in it.
I get lost in the worry of why.
You remember me when I forget myself.
Seeing me for more than the scene of me.
Hearing what we have pass our ear.
Forgetting to listen close to the cool breeze.
Never for ever do we want to need anything.
Push away the day to hope for another.
Rolling like tides we go and go.
Until we find the shore of an ending.
Then we settle and sink into the sands of time.
© Jeph Rants
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