metaphors

life’s a game, roll the dice and play your cards well;
destiny and fate created from choices carved into stone.
it’s both a journey and destination, a blank slate;
fill in the pages with ink stains and vague sketches.

it is the mountains with deep valleys and intertwining rivers,
lush green foliage that shields you from the burning sun.
wallflowers that creep from under the fence and
vines that crawl up the fence slowly but surely.

life is a unburnt cigarette and ashes rising from flames;
light ripples surfacing and chilly ocean trenches.
you can try to write it in various metaphors but it all boils down to
how everything is so, so alive in its own way and so are you.

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