When we let moments slip

So unaware, they’re a blip

It carries a punishment

We become more distant

When awareness is replete

A reward comes to greet

Not from anywhere else

Healing our wounds and welts

Reward and punishment

There is astonishment

If the source is known

In awareness, the cover’s blown

We can’t retrace our steps

Time’s stolen those footsteps

But awareness grants a reward

We can pay off the landlord