Forever is but a concept
That exists in our own minds
Like railway tracks going off
To infinity, to a finite dot.
But what is forever in our mind?
Is it months in the future, a
Series of never ending dates
That melt into further months?
Forever is a time span that we
Cannot imagine; like eternity,
Never ending. Something
Beyond our comprehension.
For some forever is all the time
They have left in the moment
Of life’s complexity where even
Tomorrow lasts forever.
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