Years flow fluidly,
Swiftly,
Without notice,
Without provocation.
Suddenly all is still,
And life has passed by.
The flower dances in the sun,
The dandelion spore floats
On the breath of the wind.
Months turn to years
Turn to more years.
The heart grows fonder,
But the mind wanders.
Reality becomes a dream,
Romanticized and vague.
Trudge the marshes of the future,
Walk lightly in the fields of the past,
Bask in the valley of the present.
Wander far,
Wander well.
Be guided to love,
And happiness,
And hope.
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