now is an illusion between the past and what's next
now is like the line between land 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 and rumination
now gets shorted as the past gets longer
it recedes as soon as next gets nearer
no time left to make long-term friends
it's time to embrace contentment
time to disown disappointments
on tears of joy from now on

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