Anticipation
It's that feeling of elation
between what is and what could be.
It's impatiently waiting for the celebration to begin.
& without warnin', you are already in; the new moment has won
its battle with the old one. Without reason you run, full speed
into the present cause that deep inner need
tells you to let go of your inhibitions.
So set free all the traditions
you've been taught.
But forget not
the love tha you've been given.
That is the only way to get enough
of this life and get rid of the strife
I kid you not
If you want to survive,
don't be afraid to die.
Anticipation? Ready? Set?
Go.
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