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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