Making it up

In the weeks and months to come,
will we reflect on the things we’ve done
since when we were young?
So often
the world feels like it’s on fire,
like life seems to conspire
against our very hopes and dreams,
drying up streams and polluting our means.
With an infinity of time ahead,
who are we to say what will happen
or what does actually matter.
It’s time to block out all the chatter
and the clitter clatter.
Every breath is a scoop from life’s lake,
how many breaths are left is anyone’s take,
savour each breath you hold in your chest
without worrying about what comes next.

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