Moirai

All the wonders and the whys
the never being able to say goodbyes

The Three Fates knitting my sweater
Will it be a cropped one or will it end never?

Yet the lids of my eyes keep opening each morning
Today is a happy one or will I keep mourning?

I greet the world and I take in the weather
a conscious decision: today must be better

Because, you see, I'm barely keeping up
with all the changes that fill my cup
but do not doubt, drink from it, I will
After all, is there not a tomorrow, still?

MotherHustler

'At night is when the Muses visit.' Quincy Jones.

I hope you appreciate it,

Love,

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