Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Lightning Strikes Maybe Once, Maybe Twice

Nomadic in your ways,
wandering in a constant flurry of motion and movement;
Yet never moving at all.

Changing without change.
History fated to repeat.
Cyclic; vicious as it's always been.

Re-write my new ending, dear.
No demise has ever been nor truly will be
as beautiful.

8 comments:

ghost said...

beautiful.

a self portrait?

TS said...

A bit. Bit of me, bit of someone else, maaaaybe a bit of everyone ;)

ghost said...

rereading my comment, i apologize if that sounded like a bad pick up line. it was not my intent.

TS said...

Heh. I didn't see it that way at all!

B. Walterz said...

So subtle. This someone else, is it someone you've known for a while or met relatively recently? Is it someone you know well? Is it a he or a she? Enquiring minds want to know.

TS said...

Inquiring minds get no answers in blog comments.

Anonymous said...

This isn't very happy is it?

TS said...

Meh?