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Now: A Poem
I feel nostalgia for yesterday and hope for tomorrow,
I am always suspended in the moment, dancing on the fabric of time,
Traveling through the day like a passenger on a train,
Watching scenery go by without noticing the passing of seconds,
Am I the focal point in a blurred world,
Or just another wave in a sea of motion?
Are my steps leading somewhere,
Or is my path a maze of confusion?
I wait, I live, I breathe,
I forget yesterday and long for tomorrow.