I’m saving my
Thoughts,
For another sleepless
Night.
I think
About
The future,
And I think
About
The past.
Constantly,
I’m in
Thought
Of
The present.
Fascinating how
What once
Was
The future
Has
Now become
The present,
And
Now knows only
The past.
Moments are
Fleeting,
Too short
For
Comfort.
Realization
Is
The key to
Allowing what once
Was
The future,
Becoming
The present
And now
Past
To not be
Repeated.
Make every moment count,
No matter how insignificant,
Miniscule,
Or
Pointless
It may seem.
It’s never more
Important until
You
Can’t
Say your farewells.
I wait,
Organizing my mind
Into
Chaos,
Hoping only to
Right
My wrongs.
I’m saving my
Thoughts,
For another sleepless
Night.

 
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