At once, what was pleasant,
Seems dreamy and distant,
While I have a closer brush
With what comes to me in a gush.
What-ifs swarm and multiply,
Their patience in short supply,
Answers aren't their need,
Who after all tends a weed?
No sense emerges from it all,
But there's a shove, there's a fall -
A plunge without a seeable end,
Till the moment is forced to attend.
If we chose what we remember,
Embraced May, effaced November,
Memories would be less meddlesome,
But, would the present be as welcome?
Seems dreamy and distant,
While I have a closer brush
With what comes to me in a gush.
What-ifs swarm and multiply,
Their patience in short supply,
Answers aren't their need,
Who after all tends a weed?
No sense emerges from it all,
But there's a shove, there's a fall -
A plunge without a seeable end,
Till the moment is forced to attend.
If we chose what we remember,
Embraced May, effaced November,
Memories would be less meddlesome,
But, would the present be as welcome?
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