Trapped like a fly in honey,
Unable to escape from my own pleasure,
The pleasure of now or….
The pleasure of when,
The split atom, the thinking mind,
The contradicting contradiction…

The present so sweet, the future so grim,
To balance the two, not easy it’s true,
Two, three, more?
Each moment different,
Each second older,
Will I do the work or will my future will?
One thing is sustain, my past is gone…

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