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
