time

how easy it is to talk about
tomorrows
a thousand of them
just waiting for us to arrive

how pointless how stupid
to consider ourselves
as pertaining to
today
when everything’s to pass
or else it’s already
dead

how difficult to speak about
yesterday
how painful it’s become
like a dagger to my side
hands strangling me
everyday

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