I was talking with my subconscious the other day
He called, just to say hello
Checking in to make sure I’m still there
As if the weather wouldn’t whoosh by
Freezing things from here to the river
Keeping them in hibernation mode till spring
The seasons change
Everything changes
I unwrapped the gift of the present
& was ever-so-grateful
For that loving subconscious reminder
That today is all we get
Tomorrow isn’t promised
So long as there is air in the lungs
We can carry onwards
Upwards
Over and under
Beyond the rushing glen
Down and around
The muck and the mire
So long as we have a friend
Even in the darkest hour
Just sixty minutes long
Provided you can focus your attention
On the lyrics to that beautiful song
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