Like how 5 vibrant colours turn to brown.
Or a smile snaps, now, an upside down frown.
Like how the black/grey clouds burst into blue,
The rain into gold dust, for the dew of the morning now like gold dust.
Like how a soldier stands tall, badge and iron chest,
Then falling, wounded clutching his breast.
Like how the dice is rolled from palm to palm of the gamblers wrists,
First penniless, now bathed in riches.
The world will spin on an axis of timber,
Strong.
While my world, has gone from timber to paper,
And seems to roll on,
And on,
And on.
Like how the night is quiet
and the sunrise brings a bird’s song.
Or like how a dam holds back it all,
then floods the houses now small floating rocks.
Like how a mother is caring, and soft like silk,
Breast milk and hugs, heart full of love.
Then like the clouds above, the mother evaporates,
wanting us to leave the nest and collaborate, not retaliate.
The world will spin on an axis of steel,
Strong.
While my world, has gone from titanium to air,
And seems to roll on,
And on,
And on.
My world has been turn upside down.
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