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Losing grip
It slips
It's slipping
Right through my hands
In the gaps between
My fingertips
Like loose, subtle sand
The weight tipping; unsettling
The balance
What's known as yin and yang
It’s like I’m losing grip
Of all of it
Everything I worked so hard to have...
It's slipping
Right through my hands
In the gaps between
My fingertips
Like loose, subtle sand
The weight tipping; unsettling
The balance
What's known as yin and yang
It’s like I’m losing grip
Of all of it
Everything I worked so hard to have...
Published 14th Apr 2012
| Edited 10th Jun 2016
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14th Apr 2012 5:33am
I know the feeling! Too well;-)
So well written.
But thank god, in the end, nothing is ever lost just refound.
So well written.
But thank god, in the end, nothing is ever lost just refound.
One word; reality? Actually I am also reminded of what one of my favorite Beatles said, "All Things Must Pass".
