Beings of Change

Etched by beauty
shooed away by flaws
attempting to grasp perfection as if it is tangible by the human hand
what a strange world
or is it just us
is it just us beings that are strange
being in a world that has never changed
orbits in the same direction
sun rising upon the side of the east
setting upon the west
we change our paths constantly
in this world whose ways have never changed
remained the same
for ages

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