Thursday

Let it be

i find it boring
when we talk about the past
the birthdays missed,
the books we read apart
we talk about the time thats gone
as if its now,
and yet it isnt,
it has fizzled
that energy has shifted
drifted, from where we were
and now - its only now we have
and when i drink, you know i laugh
and when i laugh, you know i mean it
and when i'm mean, you always see it
we're now, in one with time and free
i let it go, you let it be

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