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Carpe the frikking diem





Seize the day
Every second , every minute
Do not let the drowsiness drown you ,
Let that moment ebb away
Before long you will be viewing it from
Mount Nostalgia
Where powerful telescopic lenses
Painfully scrutinise every moment you wasted
Till you had no more
With the ones you love.
Things you took for granted
Will be pulled away without ceremony
You will be lying on the carpet
Rubbing your head
Wondering about gravity
The day your sun burns no more
Sounds like an improbability
Beyond your levels of comprehension
But it was always right around the corner my friend
You’re just driving for the first time
Listen to this burned freak and just
Seize the day.

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  1. How true!!! Wonderful lines... Thank you Semi ��

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  2. I think it's better sometimes to let the day be free... you might easily be pulled away...

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    1. I'm actually doing that right now. Getting pulled on a free day

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  3. I grasp the message - but do people really listen to advise or do they live to make their own mistakes anyway? I do feel the urgent pleading in this poem.

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    1. Some need to touch the fire to know it is indeed fire. But warnings can at least keep them more careful

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  4. "Mount Nostalgia" ... I love that. :)

    Excellent point. I completely agree.

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  5. Ah yes! Wondering about gravity.

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  6. Just can't tell how I loved that image of 'Mount Nostalgia'. Beautiful.

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  7. "Mount Nostalgia" Ha! A brilliant poem. Speaking from the parts of me that have already arrived, I see my parents of the age when this all is coming irrevocably home to roost.

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    1. Thank you! Maybe I should have just named this one mount nostalgia lol

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