it's hard to let go
of the thought
of gold pots
and dangled carrots

of the words
i thought were mine
and in time
came to find
they were all words

and the pictures in my head
of a giant palace
and a big warm bed
where goodness grows
and all are fed

but i am too attached

moment to moment
i can't find
when i time travel
all over in my mind

where is the now when i'm still in tomorrow?
and **** -  i should sit and meditate on my sorrow
and when will i learn that love cannot be borrowed
that *** can be sacred and this path can be followed