Wind

It’s the yo-yo, I only notice it when it’s going up

After spinning at the pivot, it pulls

It’s a mad rush to the top, fighting up

I always know it will go down, but

that doesn’t comfort me.

Forget that yo-yo where it is

Don’t watch it, waiting for the inevitable

Walk away. We can’t though

We’re each caught in that string as it winds

Watching destiny unfold with faith that

it will always end the same.

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