Forex - Poem by Jeremy Horsford
Lost in deep thought. Lost in my own imagination.
Dreams forever after end. After end hallows screaming,
the hollowing of this full and beeming dream of richness.
A blend of thoughts seemlessly weaving the continuum
to develop a new after end.
The mysteries of the path of after end is my way
into the place where tomorrow is made.
The unknown of what is not known, that is tomorrow
leaves the desire for a constant reissue of the here and now.
I cannot escape living in the here and now,
although I long to live in the after now.
The contradiction begs the question...
What comes after this ends?
Where would I head after end?
Why is it, we are consumed with after end?
Is the here and now my destiny?
Is the present forever my existence?
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