Growing angry for the smallest of things

Then realizing my anger for it becomes a part of me.

Take a breath and just let it go

Let it be, let it not be more.

The past is not what is now

Now is then and here and there, how?

Thoughts like these flow in my mind

keep me awake wondering about what is time.

So I let that anger pass thru me and become the past

because I’d rather be content with what is now and make it last.