Tiny Little Moments
When they mount up the past
Pretending as memories
They stall my flight
By setting up boundaries
When they float in the future
They drive me insane
What all, they make-believe
To evade the Uncertain
But when they stand in my face
They remain invisible
I pass right through them
Without feeling vulnerable
Tiny little moments
That’s all they are
But how scary they appear
When seen from far
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