Twenty Eighteen

As the years pass by through time we fly…. gaining wisdom we can’t deny.

Old sets in as time will win…. collecting all our thoughts again.

As decades add upon our bones… the closer we get to the unknowns.

Reviewing where our effort was spent… was this truly God’s intent?

There comes a point in borrowed time….. we all must halt this paradigm… breaking through this robotic line… creating life that’s more defined.

As we cross the line of past… into the future we are at last.

I refuse to live a life foreseen….as I vow to change 2018.

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