Live Your Best Life
If you stare at it long enough/ the mountain becomes unclimbable./ Tally it up. How much time have you spent/ waiting for the soup to cool?/ Icicles hang from January gutters/ only as long as they can. Fingers pause above piano keys for the chord/ that will not form. Slam them down./ I say: Make music of what you can.
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