Jamming in The Present Whilst Living in The PastA Poem by PeteHappiness is like a butterfly; the more you chase it, the more it will elude you, but if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit softly on your shoulder. - Thoreautoes in the sand heart in heaven's hills hopes on the moon eyes with the stars voice with the band proclaiming and taking a stand a kicking child along with a solitary man all that anyone could ever dream to be bending like a branch in a storm 'pon a deeply rooted tree crooning lips of the flutist fingers nimble yet entwined as one soul swimming and rats drowning in the depths of the sea always in the proper key declaring you and defining me tomorrow is always too soon all this and a plethora more, as the clouds swoon sweeping away dirt with an old broom rolling the stone away from the tomb what's more, without ever leaving the womb © 2025 PeteAuthor's Note
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