Each day, a new chapter.
One page can change everything.
A new scene opens,
and I decide
what turns
the plot
will take, because
I decide what I
will think.
Each day, a new chapter.
One page can change everything.
A new scene opens,
and I decide
what turns
the plot
will take, because
I decide what I
will think.
Shot
from that
dark bow called
the past, I break through,
riding the cusp of time, as it cuts
into the nothingness that surrounds us,
my path formed and forming, by
chance, choice, and law, as I
fly, emerging from the
chrysalis of each
moment, for
the thrill
of my
traj
ect
or
y.