A familiar story

Sobering thoughts don’t always come
When you’ve had a drink
They wake you from your flat routine
And make you overthink.

All at once you see the past,
The future and the now.
All three states seem all to exist
In the same moment somehow.

Nothing yet, no news to know
But you can’t escape the matter
Academic rigour shares
The space of idle chatter.

Until we know we carry on
What else can we do?
Many before us, many to come
Our story is not new.

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