Transformational Poetry: Flux
The end, is a misconception
Everything is in a process,
We are all in flux
When something concludes, focus forward mindfully
For its there you create your future new
The past, a memory,
A reflection of my personality
The personal, reality Made by me.
Flux it, stretch it, weave and mould it
Vision board and dream about it
Grow from invisible to visible
The end is a misconception
It’s really, just about to begin.