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::imaginative introspection::

Imagine that all life is an illusion. All that exists is this moment. No past, no future, each memory, every plan, a part of the illusion. Life, in a photograph.

Do you like the image of yourself?

Sunday, September 25, 2011

There isn't time.

There isn't time to fall down now,
no time to just lie still,
no time to ponder quiet truths,
no time to restore ruins.

There isn't time to hope or pray,
no time to just endure,
no time to pity circumstance,
no time to cry despair.

No,
all the time has disappeared,
spent on a leap of faith,
not held in place by hopes and dreams,
but solid confidence.

All the time is taken now,
building this new world,
where quiet moments can exist,
with just a bit of time to spare.
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3 comments:

  1. Ben DittySeptember 25, 2011 at 2:53 AM

    Your pretty green font and sweet words always put me in a soothing mood :)

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  2. UnknownSeptember 25, 2011 at 12:04 PM

    Happy to be of service Ben :)

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  3. Domonique September 25, 2011 at 8:52 PM

    Your poem is what I needed. Thank you.

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