Colormewrite's Blog

Addicted to the idea of who we should be-an illusion

Juxtaposition of control and fate

Locked in time ever present

Second hand counting up or down depending on the joy or frown

Like a clown faced monkey we perform to its tock letting it derive at what makes us tick

One hand our creation the other our downfall and the thin line eternally rotating through both

Second by second ascertaining our worth

Put a cog in the wheel and erase your expectation

Find contentment in the absence of containment