• David Lucy II

Make the Most of It

Imperfection became our normal, normality became a dream, as our dreams reached such a height, they left this reality.

Hope slid into a corner, withered and then decayed. Tears became a memory so foreign and obscene.

Time is now the only reminder of how much of us remains. All the changes have cast their light leaving shadows of our insecurities.

Each step is a new beginning and the ending in the same.

Seconds wait for no man and no second chances truly exist.

For once a moment is open it can never be danced with the same again.

©David L. Lucy II


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