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There’s only so much time in a day,
Yet I seem to be wasting it anyway.
The trees know when to give in,
Rake up the leaves and put ‘em in the bin.
It’s a cycle that we humans can’t seem to learn; when it’s time to give in, we keep wanting to fight. Maybe that’s the right thing to do; maybe we should be like the trees.
When it gets too cold, they drop their leaves.
Take a breath, baby, and be at ease.
The passion we share for one another could not be thrown away.
Wasted like the time in a day.
I’ll sit here, tomorrow, a day after that, a week, months and I could think to myself: “What could I be doing today?”
The air would answer: “Wasting the time of your day.”
The Habits of My Heart
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