Only this moment,
all else matters little,
in your world, that one across
where the tracks can never meet.
Think about what happens in that world,
know it will happen again,
maybe the same way
or it could really be different again,
depends how far we want to take our
We can look at each other today,
realize all else matters little,
that’s a point so lost in the rhetoric,
the longing, lacking, little regard in mind,
beyond our own needs.
Do you realize just how easy it might be,
to laugh about the same events rather than
keep them safely tucked away in that place,
that shallow grave of repression
that allows no one else to dare cross into.
Perhaps if we let go of yesterday,
we might begin to see that notion of
just how easily we might move forward
Perhaps that’s too easy,
we need that conflict to define ourselves.
Isn’t that what they teach us in the schools.
Or maybe they don’t – I cannot remember.
It is summertime,
when the sunlight is streaming such significance,
we all seem to want to forget about everything else,
just drop a line in the water,
take a hike,
yet remember we are all coming back again,
to that place
so let’s do that. Together if
well, drop all the individuality jargon,
recognize what is real with each other,
© Thom Amundsen