Literature
Cycles
Everything moves in cycles, From love to hate and back again. Old orders fall and new orders rise. We are born, live, grow old and die. Carried by the flow of time, Like a surfer riding a tidal wave. Precariously balancing, Between order and chaos, Between holding on and letting go. Feeling at once insignificant And somehow as vast as the ocean. As the spheres of fate turn, So my mind changes in synchronicity, From sanity to madness, Science giving way to magic, Rising from the abyss of my soul, Like a song of terrible beauty, Resonating both inside and out, Until the wave has passed, And I walk on alien shores.
