Conundrum
Yesterday was here now gone in the past.
It was just here and gone so fast.
Nothing you can do to change the day before.
Look at your future and whats in store.
We have all made decisions and its our mind they haunt.
But just like days passed we can't change, so why let them taunt?
Just as days and minutes pass, as will our worries so we learn.
We know the order, the circle of life and that to dust we will return.
We don't know the reason or why we're here, this could be purgatory.
So you need to realize that here is where we get to write your story.
Why go around carrying all that guilt?
Here you are the architect, you don't have to live in something someone else built.
You need to accept that you only get one chance to build this place.
As each second passes you are running out of breathing space.
Make whatever it is great, and start the endeavor.
Build wisely, because nothing in this world lasts forever.
Copyright © Chris Matt | Year Posted 2011
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