Sometimes we get trapped into thinking what will come next.
And now
This morning
Now
Is all
There ever is
Ever.
Our childhood is
What it was.
Our future
Remains
To be seen,
Known,
Purchased.
Our loved ones
Continue
Loved
Thank God.
Here we are
Now.
What remains
To be lived
A yellow brick road
Long, winding
Before us
Scarecrows
Tin men
Witches
Along the way
Still
For now
Here we are,
This morning
Let's not
Get ahead
Of ourselves.
The rest is yet
To come.
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