Coming to grips with the passed

Living in the moment

The two crushing as

Though it was a thunder

Storm,always fighting

Inside a restless mind

Trying to shut down

So can relax,getting 8hrs.

Still the passed eats

And wants more, the

Moment hasn’t any

Relevance until,like

A child tugs at your hand

Always asking why

You fight for respect

Knowing that will

Only come when

You are willing

To let the child grow

And leave the nest

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