By Divyanka Shaw
The world whirls in its wicked waltz,
find a way or fade away,
those who stall are swallowed whole,
slipping silent into shadow’s sway.
I stand still, feeling the weight,
of winds that whisper, of waves that wait.
I must weave through, or wither unseen,
a fleeting figure in a forgotten scene.
The world is a river, pulling me under.
and I must either swim
or disappear beneath its surface.
Time twists, and tides will take,
find a way or fade away,
for those who drift, who do not dare,
are lost like smoke in thinning air.
By Divyanka Shaw
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