Strange



Goodmorning myself.
This may sound a bit strange,
But today is not Yesterday Part II,
Nor the Prequel Tomorrow.
There are no ties that
Bind you to the past,
Only distorted memories of illusion.
You falsely believe
All this is
More of the same
By constant comparison
Of what was before.
But dear stranger,
This moment
Is truly new
And full of magic
That the me-centic self
Can not see.
In this place
Beyond time’s figment
Tomorrow never arrives.
For to leave the
NOW
Is impossible.
So now my strange-self,
Can you see
With eyes open
The I that builds upon
Days gone by and
Morrow’s worry
Is also a conceptual fallacy?
Shocking perhaps
But true my friend.
For strange as it may seem
Those dreams
You were having in your sleep
Are still delluding you
By sun’s light.
No worries however
There is
Nothing to do
No changes to make
Just planting a seed,
A strange one perhaps,
That will
One day
Destroy
Your world.
Goodmorning indeed!

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