It's insane how we hold on to some things. It's insane how we stop holding on to anything to keep ourselves from getting hurt. Walls are built with each failed encouter and walls are chipped away at with each resonant conversation. With all this construction, it's a wonder we ever see into one another's eyes. Thank God for good timing.
All of you I have rights to
Is what of you I've had.
The only things I can claim from you
Are those you've given me yet.
Promisses and future plans,
wishes hopes or dreams
All of these are offered easily
and few are ever seen.
Soon I'll learn to indwell this moment
Soon I'll be contented.
Finally holding open handed
The future unafected.
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