Oh,
be yesterday,
too distant,
for my consciousness?
Be me,
forever absent,
the ability to remember it?
For,
as I exist,
I wonder,
of such.
Wonder,
shall I indeed,
only ever be,
now?
Only,
ever be,
present?
Be not,
a gift,
whilst one exist,
tethered to yesterday.
Be not such,
whilst intensely tethered to worry.
Be one,
only tethered to such,
if truly,
present.
If indeed,
truly tethered to,
the moment.
Oh,
ye conscious one.
Such,
shall forever be,
a gift to self.
For,
to be such,
is to be present,
every breath...
©yungb123
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