Will happen again, has happened before

Some days flow freely like the words of an orator

Some days hold intrigue like the work of a coroner

Suspiciously suddenly dead and decomposing

Plans poisoned by excessive reposing

Some years creep on us like a silent trespasser

Some years all we remember are the disasters

Earthquakes, hurricanes, tornadoes, floods

Famines, fires, and the spilling of blood

Some moments last forever, to be cliche

Some moments we mold with our fingers in the clay

To live life seriously or sincerely to play

What matters to you at the end of the day?

Some lifetimes we see snuffed out at their start

Some lifetimes we admire as great works of art

Life we try to understand looking backwards

But what if we’re colorfully expanding fractals?

Some times we imagine, distant dreams from where we are

Some times we search the sky for a beloved star

Opening and closing a series of eternal doors

All of this will happen again, has happened before