The Cycle


In this world there will be days that are rainy,
Dark, and ominous, the scene is frightening and scary
The days will pass by, and it is not a lie
That when the time is right
New thoughts will come alive,
Exploding forth in brilliant light,
Blazing a trail out of the night,
When Insidiousness comes to consume
It will try to power through
All hope, and inflict doom
Till the color outside changes dark blue.
Back to the storm, the lightning, the dark
Back out into the light, sunshine, the spark
The cycle never ending continues through the days
And all that is hoped for is a brighter blaze

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