The Found Hour
Some cartesian thoughts
What if my days were longer How much would life change? Would I stop long to ponder Or simply rearrange? If I’m the sum of my choices Minus the cost of my fear Should I balance these voices Try to make them cohere? Drawing a Venn diagram Of time, space and heart Do I learn who I am? Who I was from the start?
Time can expand Follow, focus on passions Leaving details behind Be led by attractions Of nature’s own design
I understand Time, finite and fallen Shapes both death and flower Surrenders the pollen That fructifies the found hour
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