P-resent...
P-resent...
Broken beauty, a shattered smile still has hope in what you see
The ending feeling a sliver of time beyond what can be
Faces fade as familiar becomes memory
The future before it happens, makes peace with being inevitable history
After time passes, it doesn't really matter with half-full or empty glasses...
In the end, they give or bend as better or worst, control the masses
Singular by the dozen, single words find many to move beyond imagination
By leaving everything behind, we find in mind, a shared cooperation
Just to exist being a burden to blinding finding
We take the moments in, & often times never finish them, forever rewinding
Stuck in repeat, forward just a moment ago
We end tomorrow with a choice, an unwanted answer of "we may never know"...
That's fine, freedom a picture with colors beyond sight, theirs nothing left to see
The imagine always blank, possibility taken purely too far for most...always too much to be free...
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