Didn't want to let it
slip away from my grasp
not a one single day
that I should ever let pass
before I make litte verse
on the pages of here
my contribution to words
before I dis-appear
from this version of I
that lives inside-of-my-head
it'll happen for sure
come the day when I'm dead
not so pleasing to think
that immortatily aint
our reality here
so we must reaquaint
ourselves with the now
and in the now stay
that is all that there is
really, anyway.
No past or the future
had reality made
only figments of time
in a cosmic charade
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