In this you have found the past,
Preserving for the non-deserving,
The past is now worthy of your attention,
Eating up into the present.
But you use the present for the future,
Engineering its every nuance,
So that you can spend some of the future,
Presenting the past to those not there.
I’m getting tired of this preoccupation,
My present is not for your future accolades,
As you celebrate with those unimportant,
Moments that were not real.
Soon, you’ll realize we have no future,
For, presently you’ll look around you,
And see that I am gone,
Leaving you to a future,
That is made up of the past.
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