~Poetry~

There is a certain inertia
A force to drive all existence
At times quite apparent
At times impossibly subtle
It’s the day and also the night
The heat and so too the cold
It’s our lungs as they rise and then fall
Our hearts as they push our blood in and out
It’s the very life and eventually even the death
It’s the beginning and it’s the end
Within these parallels, we exist bound and also free
Through the gift of human will; The choice is ours
But alas we must decide to choose

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