March 30, 2008
What is my worry?
My worry is time
That I won’t have enough
That it’ll pass me by.

Days I don’t appreciate
Nights I’ll never think about
Oblivious to the fact that
These are moments I can’t live without.

Dinners with your family
Drives along the coast
These ordinary dealings
Are the ones that matter most.

Like a circle with no center,
Like a bird without wings,
My life without these moments
Is made up of meaningless things.

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