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[snowwhite01]

all we have we have today
each moment as it passes
and yet we dwell consumed by things past
ever whatchful of the future
this moment, each moment
gone in but an instant

i cannot see what lies ahead
speculation consumes me
drifting down this life
only the wind and current to carry me
i spend each hour rejecting thought
hoping to escape conjecture

yet in this moment
confusion takes control
and the rich taste of life fades
it is in this waking sleep i hold
and tomorrow may i find
the still, the calm, the serene