I missed my chance in the mist,
and found myself stranded in a present
I'd never left, having always lived
in the now, in the moment,
I couldn't return to the past
or guess what the future
would hold, except
maybe more of the same
sort of thing that it's always held.
It's always been me, right here
right now, very different
from heaven or hell,
but beginning to get just
a little old.
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