Tomorrow comes never

Today will always last

Yesterday is a figment of imagination,

an insubstantial past.

What will I do with this endless now?

Claw backward searching for things that are lost?

Live in search of memories long gone,

chasing ghosts, no matter the cost?

I’ve been down that road — 

it travels an endless loop,

repeating the same scenery

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