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DWELLING IN THE NOW
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Where are the folks who knew what the fox said?
Who danced the Macarena?
Swiveled a hoola-hoop on their hips, sent a Slinky
Down the stairs, smelled a Strawberry Shortcake doll for kicks?
Those folks have evolved, moved on, lost interest
Those things seem silly or quaint now, perhaps a vague nostalgia
When reminded of them
What about a failed relationship? Unfortunate investments?
That great plan that fell through?
Can we evolve, move on, lose interest in those things?
Other things will come to take their place
If you let them
Nobody dwells on how disappointing life is without a pet rock
So, out with the old, in with the new
We are moving on, as individuals, as a society
Our dwelling is here now, where we currently live
Our thoughts must dwell on the journey today
Our past outdated interests are in a big imaginary junk drawer
With the troll dolls, the fidget spinners
Beanie babies and lethal lawn darts.
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