Life was so predictable.

 A pattern set for each day,

This then that and then this again,

Repeat over and over.


Horizontal or vertical,

But always repetitive.

The days falling in pattern.

Till one day something broke.

And everything started spinning,

Twisting and turning,

Mixing the broken pieces,

To create

New designs, new worlds,

New knowledge

with every turn

Of life’s kaleidoscope.

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