Life is a placeholder
A kind of enlarged folder
Every moment is a pointer
To a spot in the big holder
Our days start one way, or another
Wake up, wash up, set up, no matter
Friday, Monday, July, or December
What’s the diference?
The content is what matters
Love sunshine, hate bad weather?
Check what’s in the placeholder
Forget the calendar
Scroll up, swipe down, look no further
Than a breath, a frown, or a laughter
They add up, sum up, the story
Of here, now, and thereafter…
Worried about the ‘big picture?’
Look through, stare sharper, and harder
What screenshot, what picture?
Wake up, dust off, think faster
Waht is the matter?
Surrender
Forever…
Yes! Forever…
Like the test? Do it over
And over
And always remember
Nothing really counts
Except that which you place
In the big, colorless placeholder…
The Soaring Eagle 