echoes
are illusions
as time stands
on one way road
there is no past
there is no future
this moment is what i have
i may sing a dirge
for lost yesterday
cry shout shriek abuse
it will never come again
i may roll a red carpet
to future prospect bright
it may come
or may not
Bound to before
anticipating after
never I may live Now
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