The Daily Dread
Yesterday
don't you just hate it
when past becomes now too soon
leaves no future room
I committed too
soon to commitment in a
noncommittal way
Water and feed it
Dark money, fear, and hatred
Now you see what sprouts
What drives a life force
Once on the trail of the snail
All other things pale
it was in the past
when snail sprouts wings to take flight
to future too soon
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