Before I lived

Before I lived I had forgot to live.
That every tear must also hide a laugh,
And in its laughter hope the better half
Would reappear and somehow could forgive.
There is no time for everything, to choose
Is something that the seasons can’t bestow.
There is only life and death and to know
That in the gathering, I always lose
Those things I tried to keep, that I forget,
In arranging I confuse, and my mind,
Muddled in what it seeks and what it finds,
Can never learn this thing but only fret,
That in the course of life and what it knew,
Finds no peace in what was real and what is true.


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