London Bound

Faith in the future is a fleeting thing. When one has so much going on around them, there is a concern that negative thoughts will creep in.

London Bound

 

Because we cannot see what’s in the works,
Our lives seem full of chance, quite insecure:
Until the proper act is done quite pure,
No one could say we don’t seem like two jerks

Doing time; we do know just what we want
From each other, but no one else can see;
Our purpose seems to make each other free,
Regardless of how much the past may haunt.

London, the symbol of a life that’s full,
Ordains that nothing’s left, but human waste:
Nothing’s left, but worry from too much haste,

Dictated by our life’s push and pull.

One thought should be of help to overthrow
Negativity: there’re no bounds, let’s go!

 

Picture credit: London Bound courtesy of outlawnotahero.blogspot.com

About cdsmiller17

I am an Astrologer who also writes about world events. My first eBook "At This Point in Time" is available through most on-line book stores. I have now serialized my second book "The Star of Bethlehem" here. And I am experimenting with birth and death charts. If you wish to contact me, or request a birth chart, send an email to cdsmiller17@gmail.com. (And, in case you are also interested, I have an extensive list of celebrity birth and death details if you wish to 'confirm' what you suspect may be a past-life experience of yours.) Bless.
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