I wrote this a while back on my old blog. Talked with Taraz and thought to myself how applicable the poem is today. Plus, i like the style and its simplicity.
we are always in hurries to get what we want
in time we find time was the cost of the search
sacrifice leaves for rain and for snow and then
the ice we wish for in lemonade we lost for the heat
i dare not i think not i never do know
if wainscoting walls in february
can save me from the wall paper in january.
a year disappears in the time in between
i call some friends mondays
cause they're always beginnings
others are tomorrows
cause they're unknown to me
to trade monday for tomorrow
would surely be mad
if you need today
to make tomorrow just fine
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