Time
I am the brother of those
who wonder,
and the sister of those
who desire,
to light themselves
on fire;
not with the smoldering flame
of yesterday,
but the leaking gases
of tomorrow.
And in their presence I am whole.
We cannot dwell on yesterday,
for today is tomorrow’s past,
and in a world moving so very fast,
you cannot lose your sense of play,
for that will be the end of today,
and the beginning of yesterday.
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