The thought to throw my head back like a child,
And smile-- baring teeth because laughter escapes;
To appreciate the little things that some day--one day
Had made me happy, dissipates
Dissolved in the moment ahead,
That does not exist quite yet.
To grasp in my hands what I have received
And hold it close to my heart,
To want nothing more than the now;
A thought that falls apart
Dissolved in the moment ahead,
That does not exist quite yet.
To be young and understand that the little things
Are the big picture, and the big things cannot be graded
Or judged, or ranked, or marked.
To let the definite lines of life be faded
Dissolves in the moment ahead,
That does not exist quite yet.
Until this moment recreates itself.
And in this moment- I recreate myself.
