The present is the here and now,the future is all too unseen,it
will for now remain unreal,is the future our every day,it cannot stay justs drifts away,the past of course cannot come back;memory
is of course like an endless track,can take us there,bring us
back,without us leaving our own bedroom,the beauty of the here and now,GOD;opens up our days and how,the words i write in bright
daylight,the minutes fly with swift goodbye,an hour comes and am almost done;that's how days move along,an hour is a timely
marker,when daylight goes it just gets darker,we may not jump from light,to light;the day gets darker we call that night,i pray to GOD;i can say very good,until the next day i have understood.
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