From nothing to all,
the change happens fast.
There are those who
I "owe" time to.
There are those who
I wish to spend time with.
The change happens fast.
Prioritize according to my heart
and not what my mind says.
Breathing in new air
I exhale that which is old.
It once was new too.
Pushing ever forward,
lost in the swirling river,
so many hands reach out for me,
to pick and choose is wise.
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