Transitions.

Change is indeed what we need

Designating different paths for that fork

In the road, we did, I stayed, you strayed

Reined in by your shackles, like a horse

With no blinkers, swayed, by terrestrial bait

For you are, a slave, to ungoverned desire

Eyes on the world, you want it,

Instead, the world has you,

Just another unaware bead,

On life’s wrist.

– Original-Dante ©2017

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