A Lifetime Ago


A Lifetime Ago

You may only live once.
I make a million lives
and live them all right now.

Every droplet reflects the light
and sparks a thought
Thoughts enough for a million lives.

I start running
and I never stop
This and that and there...

This work
problems to solve
questions to ask.

That sunset
through those leaves
Picture perfect, I take a picture.

A word there
and I clench my fists
and breath out.

Yesterday was
A lifetime ago
as today goes down with the sun.

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