Within I lay -
I, the paradoxical state.
The battle of tenses,
Present and past.
Future's non-guarantee,
Furthest from the present.
Past is the truth,
Yet defining is present.
Present, present in its' tense -
Granting life.
Yet we don't see
The gift we receive.
Life in it's true beauty -
Like the openness of vast greenery.
We see beyond - searching,
Finding problems in every facet.
Depletion of graciousness,
We want more.
Our minds much like our hearts,
Pulsating, feigning for a synapse.
Seconds are the new minutes,
Minutes are hours, hours are days.
The rapid flow, like the simplicity -
Of our blood. We don't know,
Although we search :
Who are we?
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