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.