The Crickets Demur, They Sing Hahaha.....
Deep in the night
With only the crickets for company
I sit in the quiet
Of times past
And moments experienced
Is life all about
The past?
What about tomorrows?
Why are tomorrows
Less of essence
And more of
Wishfulness??
And therefore,
Unreal
Not pressing
What about the
present
Why is it
So hard to grasp?
It is because
It is so immediate,
No distance
And fleeting?
That we take for granted
The crickets demur
They sing
Hahaha
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