Time's Timing

               Every  year               
         Every month. Every day.         
     Every hour. Every minute. Every     
   moment.So so much happens. Yet   it   
  Is whisked away to realms of thought.  
 Initially its real. Then turns fictive  
 Trust fades away as emotions  fade out, 
While other emotions grow so  potent that
It’ll  imprison you, there in your  mind,
obsessing over vague notions of the past.
One thought’s picked the other thrown out
Who you were when it  was planted, killed
Not tragically, but in  what is requisite
For you to be right here, now. Hold on to
 memories  well. Recall it wisely. Don’t 
 dwell on the past,but keep  souvenirs . 
  Your  past has already died for  you.  
   Don’t   need  to    ruin   yourself   
     over      the      apparitions.     
         That   are      already         
               part of you            
			

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