The only
important thing
about a
person’s past
is that 
it brought 
them to 
their future 
with you 

How what
once seemed 
now doesn’t 
it’s not 
that it
doesn’t but
the speed 
it didn’t 
that has
bothered me 
did it 
ever or
will it
now never 

It’s in this
cozy I feel 
best in between 
strikes of clock
when time stops
before the whistle 
and its steep
this lazy last
before foot steps 
onto cold floor 
and I can 
imagine just if
a while longer 

It’s this way 
no it’s that 
it definitely isn’t 
this way either 
on and on
we go searching 
for the way
out forgetting about 
the way in
blind little mice 

I live in 
presence a balance 
of everything and 
nothing where the 
good vibes are 
found in everything 
and the bad 
vibes take their 
place in nothing 
an ethereal place 
where now is
a blissful state 
and then forgotten