There’s something wrong with this here now –
This slender slice of time;
It casts a shadow on my brow
And smears my cheeks with grime.

And so I turn towards the past
Or else the days to come
And make believe that life’s a blast –
A tasty sugarplum.

But, all the while, I’m like some horse
That wanders through a dream;
I’m in the thrall of every force
And fall for any scheme.

If only I could look and see
The now is all there is to me.

Photo by Kajetan Sumila on Unsplash

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