February 2017
“Just do it,”
They told us
As kids and adolescents
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my words,
Then they erased
All those learned lessons
To make us
Yuppy-clones,
petrified of
“there is no wrong answer”
Because
all answers were answers,
depending on…
something,
they were none,
and all, each wrong,
So that decisions
we belabor
we have just made;
And more of your time
wasted
as we worry over
wasted time
Forget past
And future,
Ground self
in present,
as we grind
Arabica beans,
or count sheep
to sleep
We each only live once
in this very instant
that is already
long gone past,
and here
is now.
She of Letters 