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Spinning wheel

Being the person I am,
I wonder,
How much of this can I bear,any longer,
It goes on and on,
Like a spinning wheel,that will never stop.
When will it stay peaceful?
With no problems and worries.

This life goes on and on,
Never dwelling in time or moments,
No two seconds of life are the same,
I can't plead it to move faster,
And I can't ask it to slow down.
Life is a master of its own,
Leading and directing itself.

It is out of my control,
way out of my reach,
I can only nod and follow its tide,
High and low,that's how it goes,
Often catching me off guard.

-lady indira-

Comments

  1. Shimi SucksJune 8, 2010 at 10:59 AM

    Life isn't an uncontrollable wheel of horrow and death dude. Problems and worries, the brief moments of happiness is what make life amazing. They are what you make of it. Treasure all the hardship. The memories and lessons you learn from it show that you are alive and living a life worth living. And if life ever gets too peaceful, go out and look for adventure. Spin something colourful out of your wheel dude. <3

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  2. Grymm RipperJune 10, 2010 at 9:57 AM

    Those brief happy moments are invaluable but as soon as they are over....it hurts....i keep falling in and out of optimism...

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