Time shall swallow, all,
Leaving a decade
Of hollow, and shine,
To fill with, to survive
The rest of a life.
The rain thunders
Down the windshield,
The water splashes
With a strange confidence,
Of making through
A hole, of changing the rules,
For a moment, at least.
Very little is needed, to be happy,
Perhaps a little more, to be happier,
A moment above all, and then,
Again, and again, all of them,
Big and small, strung together.
Living in past is forbidden,
But creating one,
Is it what, today's future all about?
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