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Monday, December 5, 2011

Retrospection


There is a thought that comes naturally

And that’s to worry, worry and worry

 

Slouching in the past

Flitting through the present

For the brain is in a muddle

Sluggish to all life’s riddles

 

No more is the present a gift

Cause your mind's quite adrift

Busy creating a rift so wide

Forcing all relations to collide.

 

Then why we move to something so polluted

when it causes all sensibilities to become diluted?

Perhaps intoxication in that fabled drink

Causes self-pity to remain distinct

 

Learn from previous events they say

But with thoughts so bogged, we can only pray

For until will power is regained

We will never learn to live again.

 

The easiest thing at any moment

Is to consider the past and only lament

But the best solution is to be adamant

And wear your present as your favored garment