I walked the beach today
nothing else to do
I thought about things
in the rear view mirror
instead of watching
the road ahead.

I strolled along the shore
by my melancholy self,
let the ripples cross my feet
alone (adrift) in thought
of what might have been
I missed another day.

There's nothing in the past
I can do a thing about
and living in the future
makes little sense at all
right now is all that matters
so live life while it happens ...

and never question why.

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