Crossroads

[shibatetsu]

Quiet contemplation breaks raucous of jubilantly.
Words flowing forth from a well.
Definition lacking in harsh tones.
Gleeful sounds carrying so much meaning.

Our lot in life.
Carrying over from the past.
Our peaceful reminder.
Things never truly changing.

Static existence overwhelming.
Chaotic lives overbearing.
Nothing is the same.
Everything is changing.

So are we caught between.