Sometime there’s no next time.
The air closes around you
And you know
This is your shot.
It doesn’t matter what you think
About second chances.
“Next Time” is as useless
As a fortune cookie promise.
Sometime your future
Comes down to
Now.
This moment.
Every proverb and platitude
Lesson and lie
Is swallowed
And you act.
Sometime you take a chance.
With your heart in your mouth
And grit in your stomach
You do what must be done.
Then…
Step back and let it happen.
Because sometime
That is all there is to do.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
It Comes Down To Now
Posted by The Dashboard Poet at Thursday, March 04, 2010
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1 comments:
Wow your doing a wonderful job!! Really like this poem... can't put things off and wait. Can't wait to read the next one! :)
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