Upon the Wind

The trees sway or stand

Depending upon the wind.

Adapting to Now.

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Damn!

Be careful not to trade away

Your time for “being” every day.

The price is high, the cost is dear,

To not be present while you’re here.

Riches will avail you not

When former days by you are sought,

For at Life’s end, you’ll never say,

“Damn! I lived my life away!”

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How

What does all this mean to me?

I cannot answer easily.

Sometimes I live by second-hopping,

Or in chunks of days, not stopping.

Regardless of my presence state,

The fact I’m here I can’t debate.

So what remains is to decide

The way in which I will abide.

“What” falls short in my own head.

“How” is what I’d ask instead.

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