Seems

The world seems to fit on a spiral
Going downward toward the pits of abyss
Struggling to breathe from the pressure of resistance
As sin buries the soul in immovable pain.

The heart seems perched on a target
Waiting for the next time it will be bulls-eyed
Wondering why vulnerability is its weakness
As sorrow dulls the ever-lasting quest for love.

The mind seems like a light bulb
Searching for the next bright idea
Trying to understand every problem that is faced
As thoughts provoke the removal of sorrow and sin.

I seem as fragile as a windowpane
Finding happiness in nothing I do
Fearing that this pane’s crack will grow larger
As emotion is a façade with a painting of my dancing smile.

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Exciting things ahead,
but sadness in the past.
Time keeps moving forward,
turning way too fast.
Living for the future,
but trying to slow its growth.
Make the most of every hour,
keep time against the rope.
The future remains ahead,
as the present fades away.
Passing time becomes the past,
You never get back those days.
Understand that every action
affects where you may go.
Regret none of your choices,
but don’t go with the flow.
Be your own person.
Do what is comfortable to you.
Morality is your choice.
Enjoy the freedom of your view.
In the long run all that matters
is that you chose what to do.
Living presently as the future fades,
Bid the past adieu.