Beginnings

Memories of the many beginnings,
Some we remember, some we don't.

With all the old vanishing angles,
New circles and new functions arise,
Waiting for none , not even the one.

New boundaries to many questions,
Going on and on like a storm,
Breaking all that seemed clear.

No signs of decline,
In your head, nor in mine.
So then what's to fear?

New beginnings are here to hold
Some we remember, some we won't.

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Tilted

I sit on my chair,
My head tilted to the left,
Opening my eyes to the light.

Hanging on to whats seen right,
I ponder about everything,
Through the eyes of everyone,
I have met in the past months.

I dont understand their words.
I dont understand their hurdles.
I dont understand their feelings.
I dont understand their truth.

Yet somewhere in my future,
Is an answer I hope to understand.
The time beats faster than my heart,
Here I wait to hold my chance .

Still on my chair,
My head tilted to the left.
Shutting my eyes to the light.

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