Souls that drift in troubled minds
Take time to play in restless sleep
Minds that play in troubled souls
Are forgiven doubtless whilst they weep

Fools say happy is a time gone past
Never does today qualify
Clever are the silly ones who know
Now is where the soul can fly

Tantrums over tomorrow never fair well
Worry and pain are merely self induced
Look at those clouds in the sky
And sense the fire in the burn reduce.


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