Passages

I can’t align with what tomorrow brings
Surrendering the worn out ways
The time can come and take the past away.
There are so many different things
I can’t let go for fear of change,
For fear of waking up and finding it’s too late.
This is all too much for me.
What’s become of subtlety?
Where the timeline winds will blow,
I wish I’d know.
There’s no anecdote
For these worn out psalms.

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