Tried to go down the rabbit hole of a past recollection
and was snared in a trap of yesterday's reflection.
Died and gone to heaven
not a jest... I cannot go there.
I say a fond farewell and fair thee well.
Now I own my Now... like a owl in the night.
Eyes alert without a fight or fright,
I reach it with my best bud,
we are children without a fight
or a care... watch my night-time stare.
I own my Now...
it's a we thing
a One Won ideal
living it
loving it
and we wrote the score
it's moving even Now...
I can't change the past
or plan the future.
I don't try anymore.
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