Oddness in my new found writing.

The odd thing about these new writing is, this is completely unfamiliar to me. When I use to write it would be rhythmic sonnet. Perfect form. I didn't do it on purpose most of the time, but when it was on purpose, it was much harder to do. Here is the third a final one from my watch. I was watching the lights blink in and out on the cranes that are like a billion feet tall.


Bright, fade, bright.
Light is as such.
Life like light,
Always flickering.
Never a beam of
Constant truth to behold.
This is the way,
Choose to accept,
And gain the wisdom
Of centuries of
continual thought.
For this is
the only constant,
In a world of
Flickering truths.