Carroll

The past is called a rabbit hole
And you cannot trust your former self as a guide.
Nor can you trust the rabbit either he’s got other things to do.
You may try to make yourself right sized
But still you’ll have the problem of a guide.
The question is not why you want to go but where?
Start your song from where you are are
Back bindings go from there
Time is an illusion you are all you ever were and will ever be now.
One day you may notice your beauty and not be lost
In your surprise of it.

 
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