“Sometimes it is the artist’s task to find out how much music you can make with what you have left”

Itzhak Perlman

When you finally pause long enough to take stock

When the juggernaut of chaos rolls to a gentle stop

The first feelings of relief washed away by grief

For your lost and wasted time.

Though the tears of regret might fill a lake,

You will empty, though never entirely

There will be time left for you to enjoy

And nothing to do but enjoy it.

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