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Caught
In between phases
In the eye of the storm
There is no room for thought
A sense of fleeting peace
Pervades my head
And I ponder
As I sit
Why can I not
Hold onto yesterday's joys
Nor be sure of tomorrow's promises?
Time is the swiftest runner
Waiting for no one and nothing
Pausing not for a second
And glancing not back over her shoulder.
There is no way to hold onto yesterday's dreams
Memory is like a beach ever washed by new tides,
But never forgetting the waves that went before
Would that i could be as sure of tomorrow
And as secure in yesterday
And that I could accept the ravaging changes of
Time.
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