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Now
When is now?
The idea leaves me numb.
It hasn't already happened,
And yet it isn't still to come.
On the cusp of the future,
And on the brink of the past,
It lives in the present.
But how long does that last?
A click of your fingers,
A wink of your eye,
When you think you have it,
It's passed you by.
Like water gushing through a net,
Like wind blowing through your hair.
Its presence is always fleeting.
It’s never easy to ensnare.
But use it if you catch it,
You just might catch a break.
Self esteems and realised dreams,
Follow in its wake.
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© Matt Cope 2024
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