Micro Poetry Times Five

Some things are meant to be
And some things never will be
It is the things lost in between
That make life worth living

Is this really the only rout?
Thoughts turning inside out
Memories always in doubt
Asking what is it all about
While trying not to shout

Sitting at the bottom of a glass
Swimming through lost time
Tasting passions flowing by
Imbibed thoughts wander still

Caught in this brief moment in time
Lost worlds collide, forming clarity
Fixed illusions dissipate into nothing
Words coalesce, framing perceptions

Awaken to bird song and sunlight
Eyes sticky with last night’s dreams
Soon washed away and forgotten
A morning like any other

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