FOWC with Fandango — Tapestry


Threads interwoven

The past melts in with the present

The future dangles in the distance.

A picture can be confusing

The sense of the present

Bent to shape a past

That aches for a future

When souls come together

Making sense of the nonsense

That life throws at you.

Reality has a nasty habit

Throwing it back in your face

And the clown of fate

Roars with a voice

Sending shudders down your spine.

In the small recesses of your mind

Commonsense struggles to make itself heard

But provides the fine gold thread,

The finishing touch to life’s tapestry.


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