One more day to live:

But is that not each and every single day?

 

Oh—

it takes the passing of 4 years,

to steer your gears in a new direction.

 

Because what is perception,

if everything that we perceive is the same?

 

If that’s taken to be the case,

your life would be a waste;

you would be like everyone else.

And thus, you’d have no self.

 

So shift your focus onto today.

Embrace the moments:

for it is in them,

that you’ll see the change.

 

But don’t think that changes come in the future;

that’s a poor way to think.

Add value to your thoughts in the present.

Or else you’ll never be able to make anything substantial out of them.

 

Live a life with control over your thoughts.

Then you’ll create this meaningful path on purpose—

as opposed to allowing mere chance(s) to take its mindless course of action.

 

But February 29th is only every 4 years.

So what do I when it’s not there for the next 3 years that aren’t leap years?

 

I guess that I’ll have to take a leap of faith those years,

by way of my imagination.

Because no matter the time or the day,

I’ll always think of you—

without a hesitation.

 

And I’d say, “come over,”

but you made your place…

in my mind.

 

At least you will never need a reservation

in order to have a place in my space.

 

I just wish that leap year was every year.

Not because of the extra day,

but since…

February 29th was the day that I last saw you.

 

And even though you’ll always have your place in my mind,

I wish time was a concept that I could rewind.

 

Because it is your presence that I want to feel,

and I can no longer sense you…

All I am left with is sense of you anymore.

 

Without February 29th being here every year,

I’m reminded that neither are you.

 

 

 

[Dedicated to my best friend who left me 3 years ago…and won’t return to his physical form again… I say: until next year Mike.]