Tuesday, February 5, 2013

The Present

I can feel myself
Moving in time.
I'm different
With each second
Not new,
Just different,
An instant just vanished
And my old self with it.

Continuous creation
On the canvas of time.
I can change all the colors,
Wear my best thoughts,
Rejoice at the gorgeous idea
Of someone's existence in mine.

One perfect moment
Follows another,
No matter what it contains.
Its ephemeral nature
And uniqueness
Make it perfect.

My now is grateful,
Full and unpolluted.
The past doesn't taste
The future doesn't hold
I will look at it
In the eyes
When it will be
My present.

This is where
Freedom lies.

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