People plant in one another’s skulls
Is the remonstration that one must savor
Every moment of one’s existence, starting
With this one. A book could be crammed,
Like the manic typescript in The Shining
And only somewhat more diversely, with
A thousand slight variations demanding,
Seize each moment of this day right now.
Why? Well, you’ll regret not doing it once
You’re dying, or maybe after you’re dead.
You’ll be less happy in this moment, also.
Oh shut it. Rumination’s got a bad name,
But let a mind drift a little, let a soul drift.