Don’t hold on to moments,
Let them go –
Time
Is caught in a current,
With a perpetual progressive flow;
There is no going back,
The wisps of memory
That appear in a flash,
Are but a trickery,
An elaborate ruse
Posing as your muse,
As you trudge through
A mundane life,
Hoping for moments
Suspended in time
To return to you,
Through the portal of your mind;
Never quite accepting
The depth of the illusion.

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