A Glimpse Inside

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Transient [10.20.03]
we move toward tomorrow
without ever looking back
the world once a perfect bubble
quietly begins to crack

days melt into months
then months change into years
lives once tightly bound
no longer can adhere

people slowly drift apart
memories start to fade
things that were once unbreakable
eventually are unmade

hopes rise and fall
like the rhythm of the tides
dreams once so cherished
are casually cast aside

can we hang onto the past
as the present slips away
today once all important
becomes just another day

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