Kinky Friedman, I salute you.

Maybe
just maybe I'm
a tad sensitive to things
that are
for lack of a better word,
Ca-
put.

Things of the past, the present
and the past
past.

I am, believe it or not
under the impression that
the past is past
and the future
is riding up your ass
and
maybe everything
is okay.
And really was all okay
and will be okay.

So okay. Alright.

But that doesn't explain why
all these things
nearly haunt me.

"Nostalgia is a symptom of illness in an individual or a society."

Maybe nostalgia is a thing to be avoided.

For all nostalgia gets you is a night alone under a red blanket with a head full of wishes and yearnings that,
let's sunny-side-up this thing,
are past.
And aren't coming back for seconds on the cheesecake.

There might be similar experiences,
but you have to admit to yourself that
you will never
have the same day you had
today and the day before
again.

So nostalgia has been glorified
under false pretenses.

Unless of course,
my definition of nostalgia
and yours
hit heads.

So
if you really wanna,
if you're really committed to
this idea of being happy then
forget regrets
and nostalgia
and the past.

We all move in our own way,
but we're all heading
dead straight
for the same place.