Power in the Present (a poem)

It is often spoken in circles
that the past can't be repeated. 
To attempt is to find
oneself disappointed and defeated. 

I would love to spend infinity
immortal in a precious memory,

but it doesn't work that way. 

I'm endlessly stuck in the present,
the only place I can ever be. 


the present 
is the only time 
can ever be done. 


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