— a poem of potpourris.

Let It Be.

Your name has always been written on the surface. Why bother?

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Let the minutes roll into hours
and so on into days

Let yourself get to know
the many beings of uncertainty
and eventually become friends.

Let your past knock on your door,
every now and then
and your future show its glimpses
before you ever meet again.

Let yourself loose and grow
alongside the ever-changing
that was never yours to control.

What’s meant for you
will never — in a million lifetime
be anyone else’s.

Rest easy.