More than This

Now is where the past lets go
Of its talon-like grip on my throat
A shaky voice emerging, singing
All I’ve wanted to say

Now is where the future unfolds
Like a yellow brick road
The mystery of Oz in each step
Not at the end of a journey

Now is that thin horizon line
Between sleeping moon-dreams
And sunrise heart yearnings
Waiting to be actualized

Each river flows into one ocean
Each blood vessel a branch
Of the heart tree
Each wandering away from now
Abandoning true contentment
For a ghost that isn’t here
And a train that hasn’t left the depot
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This is it
This is the prize
There is nothing more than this
And it’s so fucking beautiful!