Why are you in such a hurry
When you know Time ain’t real?
He’s just a figment of your thoughts,
And they ain’t damn real either.

Just take your time and try to remember—
December ain’t that long.
In fact, it’s no longer than the month you’re in.
The one when you wrote this song.
The one which you were born into.
And ain’t the Son sitting now in the Heart?
So just chill there for awhile, my Boy.
It ain’t heaven, but it’s a start.

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I wrote this poem and immediately thought of this song. Enjoy.

And then I titled this poem and thought immediately of this song.