Life’s Natural Cycle


Life is such a pain that is natural to maintain-
it reaps the soul into inevitable conflict.
The passions and desires are caught in individual fires.
Does life intend to naturally self-inflict?

Ambitious eyes blaze bright whenever seeking new light
of the path they wish to navigate.
But when into the fray comes in the dismay,
and the flame extinguishes at an unexpected rate.

The chill that is sewn is what sadness owns.
Eager storms never hesitate to pour
its tears it will shed which will be right overhead,
numbering time until there is no more.

A cycle repeats to unusual rhythms and beats
not knowing when and where it will end.
Life is a story, with its tragedy and glory
that will naturally makes its own amend.

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