the rotation of change...

after the luv that came something strange ran outta time...
kinda like the way luv fell short of a lifetime... 
the pain stretched as far as it could til the feel faded from the need to get back up...
brushing off the old to replacing it with a different kinda rush... 
one where self came into play n emotion took it's rightful place...
sitting shotgun to the mentality life takes to enjoy saying someone's name...
separating passion in to two halves n leaving them smeared n smushed...
on the backside coming back around the mind corrected the train of thought feeling good... 
knowing there's only one life n time's a wasting as the guard fell so the feeling of being alive could relax...
n not a moment to late for every second counts to go through the motions that never move to fast... 
once the depths filled back up with the presentation to show the mirror it was gonna be okay...
worth awakened on the down slide of losing a friend that returned to life before the hate... 
remembering there were better times prior to the chaos no longer stuck in a daze...
getting past the fingers pointing placing blames...
dragged out to be exact is the rotation of change in what makes wisdom cling to the well bein of trust...
unbroken within knowing there's an honest chance to enjoy what there is to be, to lay flush...