2.8.10

A poem about not worrying about it too much



It's easy to regret

It is
With the past that now we know
It's easy to defend those bits, bets
Bad descisions, borrowed reason
Schisms
Other accidents of action
When we look back
On the other stacks of memories we own

I know
I know
It's simple now
To invent the truth of how it was
But it wasn't really any more
A pantheon of misconceptions
Misrepresentations
Hesitations I don't need to mention

It's not a lie to laugh at past acts both friend and foe
It wasn't like that really,
That past that now we know

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