Lively, hot, blazing fire
Represents my passionate desire
Cold, solid, intense ice
The way the path our lives take is at the roll of an infinite dice
Free, living, uncontrollable wind
Represents how easily we sin
Changing, pliable, reflective water
Represents the dreams that have been slaughtered
Everything seems to have a role
Why don't we challenge what we're told?
And be more like the elements of every day
But was there ever any other way?
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The Scrambled Philosophies That I Call Thoughts
PoetryThe scattered musings about love and life by a(n) (a)musing girl who knows little of either.
