Nothing will be simple again.
Who you are now,
will not be you,
was not you
back when
Things can't be that simple again.
You're too old now
too young now
too mean now
and then
you promised you wouldn't be like that again.
But what is a promise when made to yourself?
Words.
Pick one. Pick any one.
A good day last Tuesday,
or a moment in 92
That's you.
A fleeting glimpse.
Born again every second
of every minute
of every thought.
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