Being Lost Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

Being Lost



Sometimes I wonder,
am I living in the now,
or am I
being swallowed up by time
And is the moment of now,
my reality
or am I a realist
who moves in absurdity,
because it's absurd,
how time passes every day,
and doesn't smooth out the folds.

Thursday, November 26, 2020
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