The Problem Is

I keep comparing current conditions
to past experiences
feelings that are flawed through memory’s filter
dead cells; that skin has been shed
a photograph
I do not exist in that space anymore

and it does no good to fret
over what could be
what-ifs and what-the-fuck scenarios
trying to calculate my time
of death and what is left
to leave behind

I am currently
now
here
I am present
I am a snake that cannot see its tail
a seed that does not dwell on trees

a simple solution is the hardest thing of all

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