This is a period of time
Where only this is happening and you can't escape
Where a moment comes and goes and you are presently in it
Where now is special yet ever-changing
And yesterday or tomorrow are at a far distance
Almost irrelevant
Because now is the reality you could bear to see
If I could have seen my now a year ago I would be in awe
If you were to tell me about my now before today I would think it was a fantasy
But now I can actually see
Passed the veil that was blinding me
Stopping my dream from happening
The thief of my present moments robbed me
A robbery I could never get back
A frame of time I couldn't claim again
I lost my past, future, and the precious present.
This is your period of time.
Now.
Take it.
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