now


we call it “today’s world,”
but is it not really a world of tomorrow?
the state of contentment is desired for
far more than the tangible
yet the flame is never quenched

money, fame, power,
recognition, beauty, love?
if we had it all
would that satisfy the hunger
or would we only crave for more?

the blind man lives to see
the sun rises to fall
the stars shine only to burn away
today is for tomorrow, but why?

let us welcome every sunset
let us linger in each embrace
let us cherish every
single,
crafted,
purposeful breath.

for tomorrow never comes
but we will always have now

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