Now And When - Poem by Steven Rowe
When the present is the future,
Your mind goes wily.
Your emotions are plagued by hysteria.
Your dreams are in front of you.
Night after night the present becomes the future.
As each minute goes by anticipation overtakes me.
I seem to remember what has not happened,
My unreal memories remind me of my sorrows.
If only the present were a present I would have no worries,
If only the present was a friend not an enemy,
The worst part:
The future can never be the present.
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