now is an illusion between the passband what's next
now is like the line between the sand and the sea
with only sand and sea and an evanescent edge
now is a bridge between what was and will be
an imaginary pause for thought snd rumination
now gets shorter as the past gets longer
now recedes as next appears sooner
no time left to make long-term friends
for it's time to embrace contentment
time to disown disappointments
only tears for joy from now on.

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