It’s Thursday with that throwback

Memories come rushin back

Like Thor’s day with a thunder crack

Let’s let the scene fade to black

I was thirteen and fat

And really depressed

Kids were mean, gave me crap

Adolescence, you know the rest

I had no essence

Or experience with pain

I had no lessons

On how to care for my brain

No class on meditation

No talk of why we move

What a waste of education

Taking classes we don’t choose

Who knew I could train my physique

Or tame that inner voice

Why didn’t teachers teach

That breathing deeply is choice

Perhaps they themselves

We’re ignorant of this

No knowledge to share of health

Or how to find and follow your bliss

But throwbacks are for the past

I care about the present

Both good and bad times don’t last

Just work and be patient

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