Chased Away.

We all have dreams.
Life passes them by;
Some are fleeting,
Some are fulfilled,
Some are plans unbeknownst to our conscious minds.
Unrealized.

I find paralysis in our haste.
In the jail cell of time.
Time that creeps so slowly;
Yet tricks us into thinking we have none. No time to spare.

How hard the task — to live in the moment. To prepare for the future. To smell the fresh air of today without trying to breathe in tomorrow…

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