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Not for Now but for Then

A large Mystic crowd,

and music loud.

Breathy, boozy, synthetic boldness,

and a healthy dose of brash belligerence,

Fading into a forgotten blackness.

To drown sorrow — or celebrate success,

Both with a bottle nonetheless.

Life was slow, yet also fast-paced,

And though you may look back,

with a certain distaste?

And your character you may lambast,

For that life — or years lost in the past,

Just don’t forget; it really was part,

of the road that connects…

the start, and what’s passed,

with what’s now — and awaits ahead,

your needle of life, spinning her thread.

So even if this is a now you despise,

or agonize on — again & again?

Those times were a blast! Look forward instead,

or look at it this way, they were not for now,

but for then.