Existing

A glimpse into the past.
Something that doesn’t last.
Time passes by, though we know not why.
A glimpse into the future
Something that never comes to pass.
The past.
The future.
Mere fantasies we cling to.
A glimpse into the present.
Something that never slips away.
Even as we fantasize of futures we will never see.
And pasts that will never be.
The present is always there.
Existing.

By Jaylin Beam

 

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