Changing Sky

Changing Sky

The line where the clouds meet the land
Is a crease that may be part of a plan

A contrived design
A sharp incline

To give challenge to ones eye
We may figure out how and why

Only to have the horizon change
The wind and clouds to rearrange

Like the plans in our life shift
The skyline will continue its drift

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About kwicksand

Sinking in the quicksand of my thoughts. ~David Bowie
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