What it is
is what its not.
But what its not,
is what it is.
And what it is,
is just a shot.
A shot a glimpse,
of what it was.
But what it was,
is just a shot.
A shot a glimpse,
of another present.
A present a gift,
of another moment.
A moment that exists,
just like the present.
But the present that was,
is not what is,
but another moment,
to not remember.
And why remember,
every moment?
Because every moment,
will not last forever.
-K

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