Flux

Submitted By: inara77

The Lesson of Flux

The source of meaning is deaf to my cries,
mysteries I seek to unravel and understand-
Time just flies regardless, it flies.

I learned the only way to know is if you try,
this means failure nine times out of ten, and
the source of meaning is deaf to my cries.

Feeble wings falter, escapes my weary sigh,
persistence the only way to survive and still stand
Time just flies regardless, it flies.

Life has led me to too many goodbyes
and sorrow with a measure of joy to withstand
the source of meaning is deaf to my cries.

Hope comes in the morning, behind my eyes
before life=s realities burn my heart like a brand
time just flies regardless, it flies.

Many dark nights awakened by questions of why,
with only a small pebble of faith as a talisman in my hand.
The source of meaning hears my cries,
but time still flies regardless, it flies.

Author: Christina Witkowski
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