Insouciant World
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Time is such a weird concept
Where is it located and
Where does it start and end?
I think it lives in the contours
Of the brains wrinkles, where
Every moment is omnipotent,
Everlasting; for as long as you can remember it-
That's why remorse rears up, to bite us again and again:
The more you relive a moment
The stronger it grows;
The more you can forget about it,
The less influence it can have.
And when the brain dies, so too goes the memories,
That only had a life in you;
The ones nobody else has.
In this insouciant world,
Nothing is so precious, it should last forever-
There must always be room available
For the freshness and vitality
That life craves.
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