At what stage of the game does the easy flow of goodness come? How long does time continue until it decides which time is the right time? I wonder…. If I think long and hard about it, could it just occur? Or did time stop? I wonder if I am ever to know. Could it be time passed right on by and I missed it? Coulda been when I paused for a momentary piece at the fork in the road when I wasn’t quite paying attention and life kinda had me sidetracked for a minute. Coulda been the time when I was trying to duck flying fists trying to save my life. Coulda been the time when I thought for a split second I was gonna lose my life. Maybe when that intake of breath was much too much and I can’t remember what happened next. Maybe I’ll never know.
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