31,536,000 Seconds

12 months, 52 weeks, 365 days, this is how much time ive spent growing

all this time was spent knowing

who I am, what I want to achieve and what I want to be

a year can seem so vast 

a year can seem so fast 

our years are what we make them 

a year spent dwelling on the past can be useless  

a year spent thinking of the future can worthless 

a year should be spent in the now cause there is no such gift as the present

a year ago I was a fraction of who I am today getting lost in what happened a while ago 

getting caught up in what tomorrow will hold 

today I focus on just that today the now whats infront of me as there no better moment than being in the moment

they say stop and smell the roses I say stop and smell the garden.

This poem is about: 
Me

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