The present becomes surreal when it isn't what my past had inteded.
Or at least as I thought it back then, as I jot with this pen.
I pass each moment granted each moment is a present.
It has become presently evident.
Each breath is a gift and every second, a luxury.
Life seems so gloom yet, death is fun to me.
Maybe I'm confused. That is certainly my alibi.
I've spent most my years asking how when I wonder why?
Why wonder why; why ask how?
When everything you need to know is right now.
Tomorrow is never and yesterday is a thought.
Today is topic that I'd rather not.
Rather not ponder just in case I find now.
I'll forget this next moment then furrow
my brow.
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 4:31 AM UTC
The present becomes surreal when it isn't what my past had inteded.
Or at least as I thought it back then, as I jot with this pen.
I pass each moment granted each moment is a present.
It has become presently evident.
Each breath is a gift and every second, a luxury.
Life seems so gloom yet, death is fun to me.
Maybe I'm confused. That is certainly my alibi.
I've spent most my years asking how when I wonder why?
Why wonder why; why ask how?
When everything you need to know is right now.
Tomorrow is never and yesterday is a thought.
Today is topic that I'd rather not.
Rather not ponder just in case I find now.
I'll forget this next moment then furrow
my brow.
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