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Always been someone who stays in the moment,<\/p>\n
My friends grounding me to the present if I stray too far.<\/p>\n
Preparing for the next battle that comes my way and not,<\/p>\n
Think too far in time and tire of controlling.<\/p>\n
But sometimes it’s a pleasure to dream of a land,<\/p>\n
In a faraway queen-dom that I would one day arrive at,<\/p>\n
A future worth all the hard work put in the path.<\/p>\n
So hold my hand and I’ll take you there\u2026<\/p>\n
It’s a cold morning with the sun hiding behind clouds,<\/p>\n
A calm blue colouring the space we call the sky,<\/p>\n
Birds chirping calmly as they go about their business,<\/p>\n
The smell of petrichor signalling the looming rains.<\/p>\n
Your feet hit the ground with a sense of purpose,<\/p>\n
As you walk around trying to tie all loose ends,<\/p>\n
The soft smell of the sea wafting up to where you’re sitting,<\/p>\n
As you hear the patter of paws of the dog you call yours.<\/p>\n
You bend down to their height not caring of the sand down,<\/p>\n
And they launch themselves at you with all that they’ve got,<\/p>\n
You wonder if it’s the strength of the love that you share,<\/p>\n
Because, oh, you love them so much and you know they love you too.<\/p>\n
Soft music, the kind you like, is playing in the background,<\/p>\n
And the smell of your favourite dish reaches you,<\/p>\n
There’s laughter pouring in from all the sides,<\/p>\n
And you’ve achieved everything you could possibly want.<\/p>\n
As another year with your dog goes by,<\/p>\n
You sit down to do some reminiscing of the good old days,<\/p>\n
That was today, Of the memories that were only yesterday,<\/p>\n
For you’ve lived through everything every day has to offer you…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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